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

on Ethan's shoulder. "I want to see

"Why do

his gaze directly.

speak with you."

before smoothing over. "He'll meet you here

JM

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

might have enjoyed exploring

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my attention was

his

his face.

Ms. Wilson," he replied smoothly, his expression betraying nothing. "Mr. Blake mentioned you wished to

with me?"

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

not," David responded quickly too

pressed my hand firmly against his chest.

said quietly. "He hurt you,

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

he break your ribs? Should you see

whispered, glancing nervously toward the door. "IT

was my fault. I had pushed David for information,

I said softly. "I never meant to

posture, wincing slightly. "You have

there something specific

to discuss?

could respond, the library door opened and

the

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

bowed slightly and exited without another word, his

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

an eyebrow. "What do you

He's done nothing but

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

see how he's moving. He's

Christopher's lips. It wasn't a

little lesson for someone who needed to

in his voice.

the weather.

what you II do to me if I disobey?" I asked, taking an involuntary step

face, replaced almost instantly by hurt. He moved forward, gripping