The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 204

Ex-Wife

Chapter 204: Refuge in the Fishing Village

Angels Poy

guided Aria and Ithan into our rented toom in the small Mediterrean fishing village inn. The place was humble-damp stains on walls, air thick with fish and milder.

It smells funny bein, Aria whispered, clutching her brother's hand-

My children huddled on a threadbare sola, their faces shadowed with uncertainty.

"Sweethearts, we only need to stay here for a few days," I assured them, "Just until we can go

David's cash wouldn't last long-certainly not enough for three tickets to New York. This hidden corner of the village was our safest option; Christopher's men would search tourist resorts first.

The innkeeper delivered our dinner-local bread, cheese, and steaming fish soup. "You children are so well-behaved," she remarked. "Our conditians are

Thank you for your kindness," I replied,

are simple, but the food is homemade."

you tourists?" she asked, her gaze curious. "We don't get many staying in the village."

aquely. "Well on

only be here a few days."

"Just passing through," I answered vaguely.

"Lock your door at night, she advised. "The village is safe, but better to be careful."

"Is there a telephone I could use?" I asked.

"Of course.

We have one at the front d

desk th

that guests can use.

I secured the door with both the lock

we

chorused, their well-mannered responses

my food while the

Ethan s

"Me too," Aria added.

checked the remaining cash. "Let's

I cautioned

doorway.

in dark suits entered through the front door-their polished appearance jarr out of

approached the front desk, and after a brief exchange, the innkeeper

1/3

in the fishing

fouddled amming rigs

Înd perenu stay downitzari,

my finger

operates. Mr. Blake emphasized

receded, I

to the front deck and quickly dialed Sophies number

the unattended

answer, hanging up

innkeeper emerged, looking confused. "Signiora?

were already gone, vanishing

only hope Sophie would recognize this

villages narrow streets, which were now filling with locals and tourists

the children's hands tightly as we moved, desperate to find another safe place to hide now that the inn had

grimly. Christopher's reach extended even here. Had my call gone through? Would Sophie understand when no one spoke? "Mommy, where

weathered buildings

tavern ahead blazed with warm light and laughter. After a moments besitation, I steered

was packed with fishermen and tourists-perfect

I told the children.

was buying time, desperately hoping Sophie had

two children, our

a young woman finishing a phone

this village," she was saying. "I

me, could I borrow your