The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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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 heard

Italian.

-We re looking

og for our f

worried."

tavern owner, his English fluent

family," he explained, pulling out what must have been

unmistakable rustle

need to hide, I whispered to the children

dim bulb providing scant illumination.

stood beside me. My body trembled with adrenaline, but I fought to maintain a calm expression for

k your ankle, sweetheart," I said, gently

skin now an angry red. She winced as my fingers gently probed the

sorry," I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. I could no longer contain. Im so sorry I

small hand patting my cheek. "I can

Ithan rose

his tiny fingers wiping tears from my face. The gesture-my five-year-old son comforting

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not your fault,

simple truth in

Has that

this moviment,

Bathrooms haven't been

replied another

probably inside.

lock. Not strong.

close to me as the metallic sound of tools working against the lock

trembling against mine. Even Ethan, trying so hard to be

between me and his

though fear clawed at my own

out except through those men. Christopher's reach extended even to this remote village.

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