The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 142

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 142: This Man Thought He Could Be A Father To My Children?

Sean POV

Through the Bentley’s tinted windows, I watched as Christopher Blake helped my children out of his car, My children. The possessive thought barned like acid in my stomach.

And there was Angela, smiling politely at Christopher as he leaned closer to speak to fier. Something twisted painfully in my chest.

Five years apart, and now this man thought he could simply step in my place? Into my family?

“Thomas,” I said, not taking my eyes off the trio, all you hear what lake just said in her?”

Thomas adjusted his glasses, peeting through the window. “Tim oftall not, Mr. Shaw. They’re too far away for me to read lips

My jaw clenched as Christopher’s hand briefly touched Angela’s amefore he turned to walk the twins to the school entrance. The casual intimacy of the gesture made my blood boil.

This man thought he could be a father to my children? My children?

1 unlocked my phone and typed quickly:

Me (as Night): Today convenient for our transaction?

Angela’s response came almost immediately:

Angela: What time were you thinking?

Me (as Night): Afternoon.

Angela: I’m afraid this afternoon won’t work, Could we reschedule for tomorrow?

I knew it. She had plans with Christopher. My fingers moved swiftly across the screen:

Me (as Night): No. I need the money urgently today. Can’t you change your plans?

I could almost picture her expression–that slight furrow between her brows when she felt cornered. She didn’t know “Mr. Night” was

me, of course.

Angela: If it’s that urgent, I could wire the money directly to your account, Carrying that much cash isn’t safe anyway.

I smiled grimly. Of course she’d try to find a compromise. That was Angela–always practical, always trying to find the middle ground. But I needed her away from Christopher Blake today,

Me (as Night): No. I need cash. Le Bernardin, 4pm. Private room upstairs.

“So we’re agreed on the plan?” asked Thomas as we sat in my office later that morning, the Manhattan skyline stretching beyond the floor–to–ceiling windows.

Thomas nodded, flipping through his tablet notes. “I believe I’ve found a suitable candidate, Mr. Shaw. They re distant relatives of The Shaw family–so distant that I’d have trouble explaining the exact connection. They live in the Bronx, both parents work at mid- level corporate jobs, and they have a son about the same age as your children.”

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Chapter 142. This Man Thought He Could Be A Father To My Children?

Current school situation?!

“Local public preschool. Nothing special. Thomas adjusted his glass. I’ve arranged to contact them today, but I should mention there might be resistance. The social and economic gap is substanti, and they might question why a distant relative like yourself would suddenly take interest in their child’s education.”

I leaned back in my chair, drumming my fingers against the polished mahogany desk. “Offer them whatever it takes. Full scholarship, housing allowance, future college fund–make it impossible to refuse.”

“And if they ask about your sudden interest

“Tell them I’m expanding the Shaw family’s charitable initiatives, stating with those who share o I waved my hand dismissively. “Just get it done.”

Thomas made a note. And once they agree? What’s the next step?”

“The child

simple.

hild transfers t

our blond. Make it sound altruistic.”

to my children’s school immediately. We arrange coincidental meetings. The children become friends. It’s

“And the parents? They’ll expect to meet you.”

I hadn’t considered that. “Keep my involvement minimal. I’m a busy than supporting their child’s future. Any necessary meetings ca be brief and formal.”

Thomas hesitated. “Mr. Shaw, if I may… this plan requires the child to stay somewhere near the school. The commute from the Bronx would be impractical.”

“Put them up in a hotel near the school.

“I’ve been thinking about the logistics,” Thomas continued. “As part of the scholarship, we could arrange for the child to visit your apartment on weekends for enrichment activities. This would create natural opportunities to invite Aria and Ethan over for playdates.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You expect me to entertain a child I barely know every weekend?”

“It would be limited to scheduled visits, sir. And it provides the perfect pretext to invite your children to your home without raising suspicions.” Thomas adjusted his glasses. “We would never separate the child from his parents–that would be cruel. This is simply an educational opportunity with some social benefits.”

with children’s laughter–a stepping stone to eventually I considered this. The thought of my empty penthouse occasionally led with having my own children there–stirred something unexpected within me.

“Fine,” I conceded. “But be clear with the family–this is about educational opportunities, not taking their child away from them.”

By late afternoon, I sat in the private dining room at Le Bernardin, scowling at the empty chair across from me. Thomas stood near the window, his reflection visible in the darkened glass.

“She’s not late yet, Mr. Shaw,” he observed quietly. “It’s only 3:55.”

I didn’t respond, staring instead at the entrance visible from our elevated position. My mood had darkened throughout the day. thoughts of Angela meeting with Christopher consuming me despite my efforts to focus on work.

“May I ask why you’re still so upset?” Thomas ventured. “Ms. Wilson has already agreed to meet Mr. Night here.”

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“She agreed to meet Mr. Night,” I said coldly. “She has no idea