The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 139

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 139: They Actually Look More Like…You

Sean Pay

For door behind me, the glass walls vibrating with the forre

I slammed my alle

Our trip had been in complete disaster–Angela fleeing after our visit Elizabeths grave, leaving me with nothing but questions and a renewed sense of betrayal.

Thomas entered cautiously, informing me about the division report hile I massaged my stomach, the ulcers acting up again.

When he left, I turned toward the city view from my window, needing something substantial to quiet my mind.

Shumping into my chair, 1 pulled out my phone, opening Instagram almost without conscious thought. My thumb hovered over the search icon before tapping it, entering the now–familiar handle: ins Adventure

To my surprise, there was a new video posted just two hours ago. Artimexpected brightness cut through my dark mood as 1 tapped the thumbnail.

The video quality was foot, shot with a shaky hand in what appeared to be an indoor playground. But the sound of children’s laughter–those familiar voices–immediately soothed something in the that I hadn’t realized needed soothing.

Aria’s face filled the screen, her dark curls bouncing as she jumped excitedly. She had the same radiant smile that I’d watched in -dozens of videos before, the same energy that inexplicably drew me to her channel in the first place.

“Olivia aunt, Aria wants to cat takoyaki!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying that slight, endearing accent I’d come to anticipate.

Takoyaki? Of course we can,” a woman’s voice answered from behind the camera.

The camera panned shakily to Ethan, who was more reserved as always, methodically climbing a rope ladder at the edge of the

frame.

“Ethan, come with us,” the woman called again. The camera briefly turned, capturing the woman’s face as she waved at the boy.

I tapped the screen, pausing the video. Something didn’t feel right. I rewound slightly, listening to the children’s exchange with the woman again.

Olivia aunt.

who had

The realization hit me like a physical blow. Olivia. I knew that name Olivia Jordan–Angela’s friend. The same woman wi approached me at The Rain, who had tried to arrange a meeting with Angela.

My mind raced as I connected dots I hadn’t seen before. Why would Angela’s friend be with these children? The coincidence was too

great to ignore.

I quickly opened WhatsApp, an

, an app I rarely used anymore.

notifications from ‘Olivia 1.”

There, busied beneath months of unread messages, were multiple

Mr. Shaw, I had such a wonderful time meeting you….

Mr. Shaw, would you like to have dinner sometime?

Mr. Shaw, I’ll be at The Rain again this Friday…

Dozens of messages, all unread, all attempting to pursue me romantically. And now

ow this same woman was filming with the twins I’d

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been following for months.

They were mult

I switched back to Instagioni, scrolling though Clivian profile. Then they

restaurant, in what appeared in be an apartment.

Why would Angeln’s closest friend be spending time with inspossible with each passing second.

it away.

multiple photos of her with the twins. In a park, at

these children I’d been drawn to? The coincidence seemed increasing

I called Olivia right

The line rang three times before she answered, her voice breathless with excitement.

“Mr. Shaw, hello?”

“Hello,”

“Is there something I can help you with? The eagerness in her voice was unmistakable.

“I’d like to ask you about something, if you have a moment.”

“Of course, Mr. Shaw! What w

would you like to know?”

I chose my words carefully. “I happened to see your Instagram. There were some photos that caught my attention.”

“Photos?” Her voice

rose slightly, uncertain.

“Yes. Posted last night. I noticed two children in them”

“Oh, you mean Aria and Ethan!” Relief colored her tone. “I do watch their videos. Are you a fan too? What a coincidence!”

“Something like that,” I replied, measuring each word. “Are they your children?”

Her laugh tinkled through the phone. “Goodness, no! If I had children, would I have been trying to get your attention at The Rain? They’re my friend’s kids,”

My grip tightened on the phone. “Wilson? The friend you mentioned before?”

“Yes, exactly! They’re her children

The admission hit me with the force of a physical blow, and I fell silent, the implications washing over

Mr. Shaw? Are you there?” Olivia’s voice seemed distant through the roaring in my ears.

ver me in waver

“Hmm. Your friend Wilson is quite fortunate, I finally managed, my voice

oice unnaturally calm..

“I think so too! The twins are so adorable and well–behaved.”

“Thank you for the Information, Olivia. I need to handle some business now.”

“Of course, I understand. You must be very busy.”

I ended the call, Angela had children. Two children whose faces had drawn me in from the first moment I’d seen them. Two children whose ages would put their birth….

“Mr. Shaw?” Thomas stood in the doorway, concern etched across his features.

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To approached cautiously. What’s wrong?”