The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 216

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 216: I Need You to Come Back

Angels POV

I folded Aria's favorite purple dress and tucked it into the suitcase, my movements methodical as I packed our belongings.

The spacious suite in the Shaw family's European safe house had been our sanctuary for the past few days, but it was time to return to New York-without Sean.

"Mommy, when will Mr. Night come back?" Aria asked, her small fingers clutching her stuffed rabbit as she watched me from the edge of the bed.

"I'm not sure, sweetheart," I replied, carefully keeping my voice neutral. "He has some important matters to handle here first."

Her lower lip protruded slightly. "But will he come say goodbye before we go to the airport?"

I paused, my hands stilling on a half-folded shirt. Sean had left hour ago, after arranging our flight home and instructing Thomas to accompany us. He'd made it clear he wouldn't be seeing the children again before our departure.

"Mr. Night has many things to take care of," I explained gently. "But once he finishes here, he'll come find us in New York."

"Promise?" Aria's eyes widened, searching my face for reassurance.

"I'm sure he will,"

Ethan, who had been quietly arranging his books in a small backpack, looked up. "Mom, do you know what Mr. Night is doing?"

"He's helping some people who need assistance."

The image of David-who had risked everything to help us escape-flashed

through my mind. I hoped Sean would find him.

An hour later, a soft knock interrupted my final preparations.

Wilson," Thomas Smith's voice came through the door. "We should leave for the

"We'll be right there."

time, ensuring we hadn't forgotten

hallway, Thomas efficiently took charge of our luggage, his movements

doors, always a step behind Christopher yet somehow

must have noticed my expression. "Mrs.

quickly, pushing the thought aside. "Yes, I'm fine. Let's

children downstairs while

everything that had transpired since our

Christopher's island.

through the hallway, a hand suddenly

room.

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palm covered my mouth. My initial panlebsided as I recognized

Sean.

his face to know- Sean. His kiss was desperate, hungry, as if he

say goodbye," I whispered, breathless from his unexpected

let you go," he murmured, his hand cupping my

side. Like now."

ache. The contrast between his gentle touch and the fierce urgency of his kiss left me dizzy

what I

to meet them-our children. They've already lost so much time. Would you allow them to be part of

"You're always rushing to make decisions for

words. "Your silence

like a reasonable

voice wavered

their contact information. Once we're back in New York, I'll

he promised,

did Mommy go? This is my

go," I said, trying