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

distributing the food. "When we get home, I'll

their well-mannered responses nearly breaking

barely touched my food while

finished." Ethan s said,

"Me too," Aria added.

the remaining cash.

I cautioned

doorway.

descended the staircase, I froze. Several men in dark suits entered through the front door-their

children back upstairs, my heart racing. The men approached the front desk,

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the unattended

answer, hanging

emerged, looking

gone, vanishing into

hope Sophie

the villages narrow streets, which were now

as we moved, desperate to find another safe place to

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

its weathered buildings and fishing

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

space was packed with fishermen and

a bit," I told the children. "Look, they have

I was buying time, desperately hoping

children, our options were

our corner table, I noticed a young

village," she was saying. "I won't be

approached her. “Excuse me, could I borrow your phone? It's