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

Ethan's shoulder. "I

do you need to

directly. "Are you afraid

speak with you."

momentarily before smoothing over. "He'll meet you here

JM

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

circumstances, I might have enjoyed

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the roots, my

moved, his posture

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

replied smoothly, his expression

with me?"

visible injuries. "Did

course not," David responded quickly too quickly. "Mr. Blake would

his chest. David speil in pain, instinctively backing away from

1 said quietly. "He

gendhe fear. "Ms. Wilson, I appreciate your concern, but discussing

ribs?

glancing nervously toward the door. "IT M

This was my fault. I had pushed David for information, and Christopher had

"I never

posture, wincing slightly. "You have nothing to

was there

to discuss?

I could respond, the library door opened and Christopher entered,

assessing the space

to talk," he said pleasantly,

exited without another word,

him, I turned to Christopher, unable to hide my disgust. "After

an eyebrow. "What

you hurt David? He's done nothing but serve

something cold flickered in his eyes.

how he's moving. He's in

Christopher's lips. It wasn't

for someone who needed to learn

at him, horrified by the casual cruelty in

the weather.

to me if I disobey?" I asked, taking an involuntary step backward. "Or to

replaced almost instantly by hurt. He moved forward, gripping