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

protectively on Ethan's shoulder. "I want to

do you

countered, meeting his gaze directly. "Are you afraid to

speak with you."

over. "He'll

JM

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

I might

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roots, my

his posture

him, studying his face. "Are

his expression betraying nothing. "Mr.

with me?"

eyes scanning for visible injuries. "Did Christople hurt you? For telling

David responded quickly

firmly against his chest. David speil in pain,

lie to me," 1 said quietly. "He hurt you,

a glimpse of gendhe fear. "Ms. Wilson, I appreciate your concern, but discussing such matters would be...

he break your ribs? Should

nervously toward the door. "IT M Blake discovers

was my fault. I had pushed David

softly. "I never meant to put you

his posture, wincing slightly.

Now, was there something specific

to discuss?

library door

immediately assessing the

a chance to talk," he said pleasantly, though his gaze was sharp. "David, you may leave

another word,

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

eyebrow. "What

David? He's done nothing but serve you

in his

he's moving.

smile curved Christopher's lips. It wasn't

lesson for someone who needed to learn

stared at him, horrified by the casual cruelty in

the weather.

you II do to me if I disobey?" I asked, taking

instantly by hurt. He moved forward, gripping my