The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 201

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 201: Just a Little Lesson

Angels NOV

I opened my eves to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Another

day in this gilded prison.

Tad spent the night in

in the children's room, sleeping in a small armchair positioned between their beds, unwilling t

alone.

A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Ms. Wilson? Breakfast is ready," called a staff member.

to leave them

1 roused the children quickly. "We need to eat to keep up our strength," I whispered to Ethan as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. Aria didn't question why we needed strength another sign of how our situation was affecting her.

Christopher was already waiting when we entered the dining room, his smile too bright, too forced. The table was laden with food an excessive display meant to impress.

"Good morning, he grebted, standing as we entered.

The children's response was silence. Ethan stared at the floor while Aria pressed herself against my leg, I gave a curl nod and guided them to seats at the opposite end of the table from Christophor.

We ate mechanically, the clinking of silverware the only sound in the room.

When Christopher attempted conversation, I replied with single words or not at all. When he complimented Aria's hair, she turned her face away.

When he asked Ethan about his favorite breakfast foods, my son merely pushed his eggs around his plate.

Christopher's facade cracked slightly with each rejection. His knuckles whitened around his coffee cup. The muscles in his jaw tightened when Aria deliberately moved her chair farther away from him.

"The weather is perfect today," he tried again. Perhaps-

"We're finished," I interrupted, standing abruptly. The children immediately followed suit, relief evident on their faces.

"Angela," he called as we reached the door, desperation bleeding through his controlled tone. "I'd like to

hand protectively on Ethan's shoulder. "I want to

eyes narrowed slightly. "Why do you need

gaze directly. "Are you afraid to let me speak with

speak with you."

over. "He'll meet

JM

impressive space, with floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with leather-bound

circumstances, I might have enjoyed exploring the

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Just

entered the roots, my attention

his posture

greeted him, studying his face. "Are you alright? You seen

he replied smoothly, his expression betraying nothing. "Mr. Blake mentioned you

with me?"

my eyes scanning for visible injuries. "Did Christople hurt you? For telling me about his

quickly

my hand firmly against his chest. David

1 said

composure slipped momentarily, revealing a glimpse of gendhe fear. "Ms. Wilson, I appreciate your concern,

ribs? Should you see a

glancing nervously toward the door. "IT M

I had pushed David for information, and

"I never meant to put you in

straightened his posture, wincing slightly.

Now, was there something

to discuss?

respond, the library door

the

said pleasantly, though his gaze was sharp. "David, you may leave

and exited without another

unable to hide my disgust. "After all these years, I feel like

raised an eyebrow. "What

you hurt David? He's done nothing

expression didn't change, but something cold flickered in his eyes. "Hurt him? That's quite an

he's

dismissive smile curved Christopher's lips. It wasn't

for someone who needed

horrified by the casual cruelty in his voice. He spoke about

the weather.

if I disobey?" I asked,

across Christopher's face, replaced almost instantly by hurt.