The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 197

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 197: Revelations at Sea-1

Angels POV

The speedboat sliced through Mediterranean waters, carrying us farther from the island villa with a

Ethan slept against my shoulder, exhausted from fear.

each passing waves.

Somewhere ahead, my daughter traveled with Christopher in another boat-a deliberate separation that felt like a knife in my chest.

Two guards stood at the how, occasionally glancing hack through dark

sunglasses. The captain navigated with clinical indifference, unconcerned that he was alding in our abduction.

David sat across from me, his tablet in hand, occasionally checking what appeared to be navigation details.

How much longer?" I asked, my voice barely audible above the engine's roar.

"Another forty minutes, perhaps," David replied, checking his watch The weather is favorable. We're making good time."

When David moved to sit beside me, I stiffened but didn't object. The security guards were engaged in conversation at the bow, and the captain remained focused on navigation. For the first time since boarding, we had a semblance of privacy.

"Wilion madam," David began in a voice so low Lhad to strain to hear it over the engines, "if you truly wish for Mr. Blake to allow "You and your children to return to New York, my suggestion would be to make him lose interest in you. That's the only way your it

truly be able to leave."

I turned to study his face, searching for any hint of deception, "Lose interest? What method are you suggesting?"

David's gaze remained steady. I've worked for Mr. Blake for many years. He has the temperament of someone who becomes more obsessed with what he cannot obtain. The reason he brought you here is because he never truly captured your heart."

The implication behind his words made my stomach turn. To offer myself to Christopher to gain freedom? Impossible. I felt a flash of disgust and pulled Ethan closer instinctively.

"I won't accept any inappropriate suggestions."

David's eyes widened slightly. "Ms. Wilson, please don't misunderstand. When I speak of obtaining. I'm not referring to the kind of relationship you're imagining."

"Then what exactly do you mean?" My voice was sharp with suspicion

Tm referring to the experience of being genuinely accepted-emotional fulfillment. He glanced toward the guards, then continued even more quietly. "Does Ms. Wilson know anything about Mr. Blake family background?"

The question caught me off guard. I had known Christopher since our school days, but we rarely discussed his family. He preferred focusing on my circumstances rather than sharing his own.

basics," I

Flashback

Christopher's family

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and founder of Make Capital, had been exposed in yet another extramarital affair- this

school like wildlife. Our prep school was filled with children of America's elite, inany whose fa moved

hall, leaning across the library table toward her friends. "Apparently, his mistress showed up

way!" another gasped, her perfectly manicured hand covering he mouth. “In front of his

all their society friends, the first girl confirmed with obvious

to focus on my math textbook, but their conversation grew

about their son? He's in our year, right?" one of them asked,

chimed in. "He barely speaks

voice, though not enough. "Like father, like son. His dad is 'Wall Street's most notorious playboy. Christopher will turn out just the same- another Wall Street scumbag in

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textbook shut, drawing their

sorprising myself with my intervention. Everyone has their own choices and valors.

princese How interesting. Your mother Tan off with someone else, leaving you and your dad behind, yet her you are concerned about other people's

was

will a raw send, tomething id stroded to hide

vulnerability. "No wonder your're defending flake. You're both prohteny children of high society. One with a family destroyed by his father's scandals, the other abandoned

feel tears threatening to form, but I refused

doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His expression was cold as he strode directly toward

you're so curious about my character," he said, his voice quiet yet carrying across the silent room, "why not ask me

girl paled. "We were

up a nearby chair and smashed it against the table, sending books flying and

me," he continued with chilling

library erupted in chaos. The girls fled, the librarian emerged from her office shouting about disciplinary action, and Christopher simply walked out,

gathered my scattered materials and

in

was unnecessary," I called out,

me for a

tting from cold

to something softer. "Why did you defend me

specifically," I clarified. "I