NovelOnlineChapter 97 3/3 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 97: I'm Not Hiding Angela Pov Mama, can I help clean the table?" Aria x small voice pulledfrom my thoughts as we finished our dinner Tve got the dishes, Ethan announced, already carefully stacking plijes.
I smiled at my daughter. "When your laundry basket7 taller, you c you can help with the table. For now, why dont it you put your napkin in the Aria considered this, then nodded seriously, treating the simple task with exaggerated importance.
You're both such wonderful helpers," I said, dropping a kiss on each forehead before helping Ethan with the heavier dishes.
While the twins carried their napkins to the laundry room with ceremonial precision, my phone rang. Sophie's nflashed on the screen, and I felt a familiar warmth at the sight.
"Ciao bella Sophie's voice carried all the bustle and energy of Manhattan through the line. "How are my favorite Italian residents? "We're wonderful." I replied, settling onto a kitchen stool. The twins just finished their cooking show. Risotto was a big hit." "I watched the first few minutes before my meeting. Sophie laughed. "Aria's face when she dropped that shrimp was priceless. Listen, have you thought more about the Lawrence Capital offer? George calledagain yesterday." 1 sighed, running a hand through my loose waves. "I don't know, Sophie. Moving back to New York...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I know, I know. But Angela, it's been five years. You I can't hide in this little Tuscan town forever, no matter how peaceful country life is raising my children and building a consulting "I'm not hiding." I protested, though the words felt hollow even to my own ears. "I'm raising my portfolio." "Speaking of which, Sophie's voice was full of excitement, "your last market analysis was absolutely brilliant. Which is exactly why you should be running your own firm in New York instead of freelancing from Italy." "Ive been thinking about that, actually, I admitted, lowering my voice as I heard the twins returning from the laundry room. "Not Lawrence Capital, but starting my own boutique investment advisory. Something small that I could build while still having twith the children." Sophie's squeal of delight madepull the phone from my ear. "YES This is what I've been waiting to hear! Angela Wilson back in the gon her own terms. We need to celebrate when you're back!" "I haven't decided yet, I cautioned, but Sophie was already launching into ideas about office space in the Financial District and potential clients.
By the tI finished the call, the twins had been bathed, pajama-clad, and were waiting expectantly with their favorite storybook.
I tucked them into their beds, reading until both pairs of eyes grew heavy.
"Night, my precious ones, I whispered, placing a final kiss on each forehead. "Gnight, Mama," Ethan murmured, already half-asleep.
"Love you to t the moon and Jupiter," Aria added with a yawn, using our special phrase.
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"And back again, I completed turning off the light and leaving the door slightly ajar.
Back in the kitchen, I finished tidying up, then checked my phone ance frown, I set the phone aside and prepared for bed.
more. Still no response from NightShadow. With a small tinlike the early years after leaving New York, when sleeping pills had been my only refuge against insomnia, I now relatively easily.
found rest The quiet of the Tuscan countryside, the physical fatigue from days went with active five year-olds, and perhaps simply the passage of thad all contributed to healing that particular wound.
As I drifted toward sleep, my mind wandered to the mysterious Nighshadow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWho was this person, watching my children from a distance? Swealthy but lonely soul, perhaps, finding joy in their innocent cooking adventures? Or someone with darker motives? I'd tried tracing the account, but Instagram's privacy features made it nearly impossible without professional help.
Tomorrow, I decided, I would speak with my cybersecurity consultant in Milan.
Five years away from the cutthroat world of finance had taughttoto trust my instincts. And my instincts said there was something strange about NightShadow's interest in my children. As I finally surrendered to sleep, a nI rarely allowed myself to think about directly floated through my consciousness.
Sean.
Five ver years since I'd spoken it aloud.
Five years since I'd made the decision to leave without telling him about the pregnancy. Five years of building a life for myself and our children-children he didn't even know existed.
Sometimes I wondered if I'd made the right choice. But then I'd om remember Christina's words, the check Sean had written, the life they had probably built together by now.
No, I decided as sleep finally claimed me. Sdoors were better left closed. Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW SHARE
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