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.

I

Italian.

-We re looking

og for our f

worried."

men speaking to the tavern owner, his English fluent but his companion

have been our photos.

didn't wait to hear more. The unmistakable rustle of paper money followed- Christopher was

whispered to the children

empty-small and dated with peeling walls and a single dim bulb providing scant illumination. I

on the closed toilet lid while Ethan stood beside me. My body trembled with adrenaline, but I fought

check k your ankle, sweetheart," I said, gently removing

ankle had swollen significantly, the skin now an

vision blurring with tears. I could no longer contain. Im so sorry I haven't protected you

my cheek. "I can

Ithan rose

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

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Who's Behind the

not your

simple truth in

Has that

moviment, this tour.

Bathrooms haven't been searched,"

Strange," replied another with a heavy Italian

inside. Open

lock. Not strong. I

sound of tools working against the lock echoed sanctuary. The

dug into gry blouse, her body trembling against mine. Even Ethan,

between me and

though fear clawed at my own throat I'm right

through those men.

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