The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 162

Chapter 162: The Last Thing I Need in My Life is Sex

Angela POV

"Mommy."

Aria's voice startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to find her standing in the middle of our living room, her small face scrunched up in curiosity.

"Who taught you to say those things earlier?" I asked, moving away from the window.

She tilted her head, dark curls bouncing. "Nobody taught Aria, Mommy. It was Aria's own

thinking. Mommy came home and went straight to the window to peek. Weren't you looking for Mr. Night?"

My cheeks warmed. "No, I was just closing the curtains."

"But I saw you open them a little bit to look outside," she insisted, her innocent eyes

watching me carefully.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Aria, why are you contradicting me so much

lately?"

"Mommy, Aria is just telling the truth," she replied with that childish logic that was impossible to argue with.

I knelt down to her level, meeting her eyes. "Aria, can you promise me something?"

Her eyes brightened. "What is it, Mommy?"

"When we're with Mr. Night, whatever I say is final. You can't contradict me in front

of

him, okay?"

Aria's expression changed to something more thoughtful than a five-year-old should be

capable of. "Mommy, do you not like Mr. Night?"

"No, I don't," I answered firmly.

"Then... do you hate Mr. Night?"

I paused, choosing my words carefully. "Aria, there's a difference between not liking

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hating them. Not liking means you don't want to spend time with that person, but hating means you

this distinction with surprising focus. "Then play

He's really nice."

suddenly weighed on me. "Aria, why don't you go to your room for now? I'll call you when dinner's

to play with Mr.

about that

that simple acceptance, she skipped

non-

committal answer.

children into bed, I slipped under my own

desperately seeking sleep.

images of Sean filled my mind-Sean standing in his penthouse bathroom doorway, water droplets still clinging to his bare chest, the towel

my treacherous mind removed even that minimal covering, reconstructing his naked

over, burying my face in the pillow. What was wrong with me? For five years,

entirely on the twins and building my

or sex-

simply wasn't time or energy for such distractions. Yet now, with Sean back

seemed to be

"I have two children to raise and a company to

I deliberately woke the children earlier than usual, hoping

by leaving before he arrived. We hurried through our

to

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"Ms. Wilson, good morning."

greeting stopped me in my tracks. He stood near the entrance, and behind him, leaning against a sleek black car,

didn't expect you to come down so early," Thomas continued. "On our way here, I told Mr. Shaw we didn't need to arrive this early,

my lips together, irritated that

my grasp and ran toward Sean. He crouched down, opening his arms to catch her

herself at him.

by my side, watching

children must not have had breakfast

this

early," Thomas observed.

holding Aria. "Let's go

hesitated, looking for any excuse

come on," Sean said, extending his hand toward my

at me, uncertainty

but was

the

in a booster seat.