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 want to see

slightly. "Why do

meeting his gaze directly. "Are

speak with you."

smoothing over. "He'll meet you here after the staff clears

JM

floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with leather-bound books in multiple

circumstances, I might have enjoyed

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the roots, my attention was immediately

he moved, his posture unnaturally

his face. "Are you

expression betraying nothing. "Mr. Blake

with me?"

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

responded quickly too quickly.

I pressed my hand firmly against his chest. David speil in pain, instinctively backing away from my

me," 1 said

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

your ribs? Should you see a

glancing nervously toward the door. "IT

pushed David for information, and

sorry," I said softly. "I never meant to put

slightly. "You have nothing to

Now, was there

to discuss?

I could respond, the library door opened and

the

have had a chance to talk," he said pleasantly,

exited without another word, his movements still carefully

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

eyebrow. "What do

hurt David? He's done nothing

cold flickered in his eyes. "Hurt him? That's

see how he's moving. He's in

small, dismissive smile curved Christopher's lips. It wasn't a beating,

someone who

cruelty in

the weather.

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

by hurt. He moved forward, gripping