The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205: Who's Behind the Door?

Angela Pov

I huddled with Aris and Ithan at our corner table in the small

we waited for Sophie's rescue. Every creak of the door sent my pulsacing

constantly scanning the entrance as

The tavern was packed with fishermen and tourists-perfect cover for now. The warm light and cheerful comeration created on ilhosion of safety that I desperately needed to believe in, even if just for an hour.

How t

much longer, Mommy?" Ethan whispered, his small hand cletong mine beneath the table,

Not much longer, I assured him, forcing confidence into my voice. "Sophie said they'd be here within an hour."

Forty minutes had passed since that phone call. I couldn't stop checking the time, willing the minutes to move faster.

A commotion at the entrance shattered my fragile calm. The four-sang open, and several men in dark suits-the same ones from the inn-pushed their way inside. Their polished appearance stood at starkly against the casual atmosphere of the village tavern.

The room's energy shiffed immediately. Conversations quieted as locals and tourists alike sensed the intrusion. The men's eyes swept methodically across the room, studying each face with calculated precision.

"Stay close," I whispered, gathering g Aria into my arms. "Ethan, hold onto my shirt and follow me."

TH

Using the bar counter as cover, we slipped deeper into the tavern, away from those searching

ng yes, I spotted a narrow hallway leading to what I hoped were restrooms-nur only chance for temporary safety.

us. I

Italian.

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og for our f

worried."

tavern owner, his English fluent but his

must have been our photos.

to hear more. The unmistakable rustle of paper money followed-

the children as we reached the hallway. The bathroom,

and a single dim bulb providing scant illumination. I ushered the children inside and locked the wooden door behind us, knowing

crammed ourselves into the single stall, Aria perched carefully on the closed toilet lid while Ethan stood beside

k your ankle, sweetheart," I

ankle had swollen significantly, the skin now an

whispered, my vision blurring with tears. I could no longer contain. Im so sorry I haven't

said, her small hand patting my cheek. "I can be brave.

Ithan rose

my face. The gesture-my five-year-old son comforting me when I should be the strong one-broke

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not your

in

Has that

moviment,

haven't been

backed Strange," replied another with a heavy Italian

probably inside. Open

strong.

to me as the metallic sound of tools working against the lock echoed sanctuary. The door frame creaked ominously, the old wood giving way little

into gry blouse, her body trembling against mine. Even Ethan, trying so hard to be

me and

murmured, though fear clawed at my own

except through those men. Christopher's reach extended even to this remote village. Sophie's rescue might be too