My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 370

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diens with my far and burled Rough, the Lerner weight of my designer bag on my shoulder at the polished marble floors Kelly had traded me earlier dood meeting for coffee after last less he was one of the few trends i filled from my old circle, a teacher here who understood the importance of maintaining syge at as I needed that today kvetything wine in my life felt like it was crumbling, but at least I could preten things were total for an ar

The as ademy was as impressive as always Towering stone buildings, manicured Lawns, and the kind of quiet wealth that

teamed any and excity This was a school I knew Katia could never afford to put her brat in. It was expensive an only for the elites. That batch had a way of inserting herself into every part of my life, but here, I knew I wouldn’t find anythin that belonged to her useless life

I spotted Kelly near the main courtyard, chatting with a few other staff member She waved when she saw me, and I plastere on my best smile as I aproached

“Delial You look and as always,” Kelly said, pulling me into a quick hug “How have you been?”

“Hey,” I replied smoothly “Julian has so many things going on with WEG, and I’ve been handling the house. You know how

We were making small talk when I saw him Aiden, Katia’s little brat, was walking across the courtyard with his backpack slun ver one shoulder, looking far too comfortable in this elite environment. My stomach twisted. What the hell was he doing her

I turned to Kelly, keeping my voice casual

“Is that Aiden? Katia’s son?”

Kelly glanced over and nodded

“Yes, he’s a student here. Bright kid Very polite in class.”

My eyebrows shot up. A student? Here? Windsor Academy wasn’t some average private school The tuition alone could buy a small country house

“Are you sure?” I pressed “He must be on scholarship or something, right? Katia couldn’t possibly afford tuil tees”

Kelly gave me a strange look, like she was weighing her words

“No scholarship,” she said carefully “The school fees for the entire year were paid in full. Upfront”

I felt like someone had slapped me Paid in full? For the whole year? I knew katta had money now, but this was ridis taloses Windsor Arademy wasn’t cheap This was the kind of place where the elite sent their heiga to network before they could even walls

“It must be Gall Windsor,” I said quickly, ratching onto the only explanation that made sense “She’s Auden’s godmother Probably envering as a favor That woman loves throwing money around”

Kelly didn’t respond she put gave me that same odd look and changed the subject to the weather I barely heard her. My mund was spinning Kalla paying full fees? No way she was probably still living off whatever straps fultan gave her. This had to be Gall’s doing

Fear Hapd myself from Kelly and started walking toward Alden The boy was standing near the pl kup area, se colling on his phens like he owned the place The arrogame of that little shit Tapproached with a sweet smile plastered on my face

“Hey little beat,” I want foully enough for a few nearby parents and students to hear “Where the fuck is your mom? She’s not how to fetch you, or are you left here stranded like the unwanted mistake you are?”

Abden hooked up slowly iffe spreestun didn’t change much, just this cold, unimpressed stare like I was something nuddly

disgusting he’d found on his shoe. No fear. No surprise. Just boredom mixed with disdain.

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“Lady, you might be my mother’s sister,” he said flatly, voice calm and cutting for a child his age, “but I don’t like your fake smiles and your fake concerns. Leave me alone.

The words hit harder than I expected Fake? Me? The audacity of this kid. I felt heat rise in my cheeks as a small crowd of parents and students started paying attention Phones were coming out. Whispers spread.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice but keeping the edge sharp.

“You think you’re so special because you go to this fancy school? Your mother is nothing but a gold-digging whore who spread her legs in Vegas and got knocked up by some random stranger.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t cry. He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me like I was pathetic.

Before I could stop myself, my hand flew out and connected with his cheek. The slap echoed across the courtyard. Aiden stumbled back and fell, landing hard on the pavement. Gasps rippled through the growing crowd. Parents pulled their children closer Teachers started moving toward us

Aiden touched his cheek, eyes watering but jaw set. He looked up at me with pure ice in his gaze.

“My dad will make sure you regret everything,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the tears.

“Dad?” I laughed loudly, the sound sharp and ugly, carrying across the courtyard for everyone to hear. “Poor little bastard. You didn’t know? Your mother doesn’t even know who your father is,” I repeated, making sure it sinks in his head. “She got knocked up in Vegas by some random man and got pregnant. That’s why she was kicked out of the Kensington family. You’re just a bastard with no real father.”

The crowd murmured louder. A few parents looked horrified. Teachers were whispering into phones. Aiden stayed on the ground, staring at me with that unnerving coldness.

“If I’m a bastard,” he repeated, voice low but clear, “does that give you the right to slap me?”

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