The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: The Obsession That Shouldn’t Be

Angela POV

“Angela, you’re finally back!” Olivia exclaimed as we entered her apartment. “I haven’t seen you all day. Was it a special date with Christopher?”

Christopher smiled slightly. “If you want to call it a date, I wouldn’t object.”

I felt heat rising to my cheeks. “We were looking at schools for Aria and Ethan,” I explained, setting down my purse on the console table. “Nothing romantic about

registration paperwork.”

Guilt flashed across Olivia’s face. “Oh my God, I completely forgot about that! I’m so sorry, Angela. I should have gone with you.”

“It’s fine,” I assured her, helping Aria with her coat. “Christopher knows all the best

private schools in the city.”

I hung our coats in the closet, then turned to Olivia with practiced casualness. “By the

way, you called me twice around noon. Was there something urgent?”

I watched as Olivia’s expression flickered, her fingers suddenly twisting together. “No…

nothing special. Just wondering when you’d be back.”

My intuition immediately flared–she was hiding something. But I simply nodded, letting

the matter drop.

“Aria, Ethan, go change into your house clothes,” I instructed, watching the twins

disappear down the hallway before turning back to the adults in the room.

Christopher leaned against the kitchen counter, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. “So, Olivia, how was your evening at that bar last night? Did you find what you were looking for?”

Olivia’s head snapped toward him, then toward me, her eyes narrowing. “You told him?

About the bar?”

“I was concerned,” I said simply.

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“Amgella,” Olivia’s voice took on a hard edge I’d rarely heund beffore. We agreed that even while living together, we’d maintain our independence and mot interfere in each other’s personal lives. Why would you tell Christopher about me going to a bar?”

“She was merely concerned for your safety,” Christophbren intenjjected smoothly, his voice gentle but firm. “Bars these days can be unpredictable environments, especially for a beautiful single woman.”

I watched Olivia’s expression soften slightly at the compliment, though resentment still

lingered in her eyes. This concerned me even more–whenever anything related to Sean came up, Olivia seemed unable to controll her emotions.

After her encounter with him at the hotell lust might, her infatuation with him appeared

have deepened significantly.

Later in the kitchen, as we prepared dimen, I carefully sliced vegetables while Olivia

seasoned the fish.

“So,” I ventured, “did you manage to get that green–eyed man’s contact information?”

“I did!” Olivia exclaimed excitedly. “He seems cold and distant, but I’m sure I can win hi

over!”

Olivia’s knife paused mid–chop. “Angela,” she said, not looking up from the cutting boar “you spent the whole day with Christopher, didn’t you? He’s been so good to you, evem arranging accommodation in the city. If I insist on you staying here, would that interfer with your relationship development?”

I looked up at Olivia,, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. Despite my autova composure, I could feel something shift between us–a subtle fracture in our friendship

Dinner was a quiet affin. The tension around the table was palpable; even the twiİS seemed to sense it,, cutting quietly without their usual chatter and playfulness.

As we finished our meal, I looked at my children with a gentle smile. “Ethan,, Aniin, you both behaved very well tonight. Why don’t you go rest in your room for a bit,, them pudk your things?“”

From the couner off my eye, I saw Olivia’s face drain of color.

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“We’ll be moving to a hotel downtown tonight,” I explained calmly, my voice betraying

none of the turmoil I felt inside.

The twins exchanged a quick glance before quietly excusing themselves from the table.

After they left, I deliberately took my time finishing the last bite of seafood salad, savoring the delicate flavors while gathering my thoughts.

“Angela, I’m sorry,” Olivia whispered, her voice small.

“It’s fine.” I smiled.

I knew Olivia wasn’t truly concerned about my relationship with Christopher. She simply didn’t want me staying here to “interfere” with her pursuit of Sean.

In my room, I methodically packed our belongings while booking a suite at The Four Seasons on my phone. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called, zipping my suitcase closed.

Ethan appeared in the doorway, his small frame silhouetted against the hallway light.

“I’ve packed everything, Mama,” he reported solemnly.

“And Aria?”

“She’s ready too.”

I wheeled my suitcase into the hallway, where Olivia stood waiting, her expression a

complex mixture of regret and defiance.