The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Not Just Any Kiss

Angela POV

Sunlight streamed through the curtains as I stirred awake. I reached across the bed for Sophie, but found only empty space. Sitting: up, I glanced around the guest room, noticing het Ingenge was gond

"She left already?" 1 murmured in myself

The door opened, and Sean appeared with a mog

og of coffer. "Youre rally awake."

"Where's Sophie?" I asked, accepting the steaming cup.

She left early this morning." Sean replied, settling on the edge of

home for Christmas."

and she needed to catch a fight back to her parents

"Christmas?" I blinked, suddenly realizing the holiday was approaching. She didn't even say goodbye,"

o wake you. She left a note."

"She tried," Sean explained. "But you were sleeping so soundly, she didn't want to

He handed me a folded paper from his pocket. Sophie's elegant handwriting filled the page with apologies for her sudden departure and promises to call after the holidays.

1 sighed, disappointed. I'd hoped to ask Sophie about my relationship with Sean, to gain some clarity about our past. Now that

opportunity was gone.

"Come downstairs when you're ready, Sean said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "The children are asking for you."

In the afternoon, while Sean put Aria and Ethan down for their nap, found myself scrolling through my phone again. The absence of any chat history with Sean continued to bother me. For a married couple, we seemed to have no digital footprint together.

When Sean returned, I decided to confront him directly.

"Sean, why don't we have any chat history on my phone?"

He paused mid-step.

1. p. "What?"

photos together. Nothing. Even Sophie has years of chat history

of something-discomfort? guilt?-crossing his features before he

good terms before," he admitted,

of issues?" I

I'll tell you everything. But not all at once. You're still recovering,

I am, I insisted. "Who

matters is that I love you and our children. Can you believe that much, at

rang. The screen displayed "Dad John

1/3

Not Just

I said, looking at

"Answer it," he encouraged.

a deep breath and accepted the call

father's voice came through, warm but tentative. How we

1 replied, unsure how

Tms doing well," 1

could share stories about

about Christmas,” he continued. "I was hoping you might come to Europe

my memory loss? But

came to see nie in Europe last

looked at Sean sharply. He nodded once, confirming

I stammered. "Victoria might be expecting us

in New York. She loves

my father said, though disappointment colored his tope. Think

know. There's

goodbyes, I turned to Sean. "You went

There's no pressure."

Sean replied. "He deserved to know, and I didn't want to burden you with that

"That wasn't

decision to make," I said, hurt evident in

"I should have discussed it with

no matter what I say right now, I can't ease your fears completely,” he whispered against my hair. "But please, give me time to prove myself through my actions. Can you do that?" His voice grew more determined. "From now on, I

hug too!" Our daughter stood there, her hair tousled

his head as she squealed with delight. Watching them together, a thought settled

and for my children, perhaps I needed to