The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Unwanted Visitors

Sean POV

I stood in the doorway, deliberately blocking their view into my apartment. William continued to plead his case, oblivious to my mounting irritation.

"Christina's been missing you," he said, gesturing toward her. "She's called you what, twenty times this week? You can't be that busy that you can't pick up for her."

I stood in the doorway, deliberately blocking their view into my apartment while silently cursing myself for forgetting about William's birthday. My mind had been entirely occupied with the children-with my children.

"Christina's been missing you," William continued, oblivious to my mounting irritation. “She's called you what, twenty times this week? You can't be that busy that you can't pick up for her."

I remained silent, deliberately ignoring his comment. William had always lacked social boundaries, saying whatever crossed his mind without filter. It was simultaneously his

most endearing and most infuriating quality.

I noticed Evan shooting William a warning glance. Of my friends, Evan had always been the most perceptive, the one who could read my moods before I voiced them. The one

who dared speak truth to me when others wouldn't.

"Happy birthday," I finally responded, my tone making it clear our conversation was ending. "I'll send a gift tomorrow. If there's nothing else, you should get back to your

party."

closed, only

shooting up in disbelief. "That's it?

about you, and you're just going to close the door in

my forehead,

gift to make it up to you. Go back

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Chapter 166: Unwanted Visitors

small occupants waiting for me inside-particularly to Aria, who was probably wondering why I'd disappeared. And worse, Angela would be arriving soon to collect them. If she encountered Christina and the others, it would create exactly

busy for friends? What happened to you,

glistened with unshed tears, her voice softening to that wounded tone she'd perfected over years of practice.

my boundaries better than the others, respected them more. But before he could speak, a small voice cut through the tension from behind

Night, did someone come to

hand clutching the model airplane we'd been assembling. With her fair skin, those dark curls that mirrored my own, and eyess

watched as three pairs of eyess shifted from me to the child, their expressions morphing from

transformed as she took in Aria's features-fenturess that

Christina managed, her voice

what everyone was thinking: "That

felt my jaw tighten. This wasn't how I'd planned for any of whits to unfold. Angela and the children hadn't fully accepted me yet, and I wasn't rendy to navigate the complex social aftermath of acknowledging my children

take advantage of Sean's position. You know how these things work-they target wealthy

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