The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 161

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Angela POV

I stepped out of Christopher’s luxury apartment building, Aria nestled securely in my arms. Despite her small size, she felt heavier than usual–or perhaps it was the weight of my conflicting emotions that made my steps slower.

Sean walked beside me, carrying Ethan with surprising gentleness.

“Thank you for helping me find the children,” I said, breaking the tense silence. “But we can manage from here.”

Sean raised an eyebrow. “This late? How do you plan to get home?”

“I’ll call an Uber,” I replied firmly. “You can put Ethan down. We’ll be fine on our own.”

With visible reluctance, Sean lowered Ethan to the ground. The boy immediately stepped closer to me, his small hand finding mine. Yet I couldn’t miss how his eyes lingered on Sean’s face, studying him with that intense, calculating gaze so unusual for a child his age.

“Mama, why did we leave Christopher uncle’s house?” Aria mumbled sleepily against my shoulder.

“Because it’s late, sweetheart,” I answered softly. “Time to go home and get some sleep.”

I turned to Sean with forced politeness. “Thank you again. Goodnight.”

“Angela,” Sean called after me as I began walking away. “Don’t be stubborn. It’s too late. Let me drive you home.”

I pretended not to hear, guiding the children toward the street corner to hail a taxi. The

sidewalk was mostly empty at this hour, with only a few late–night pedestrians hurrying

past.

A figure emerged suddenly from the shadows between two buildings, blocking our path. My instincts flared with alarm as I registered his disheveled appearance–torn jacket,

unshaven face, the unmistakable odor of alcohol.

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“Hey, beautiful, the man slurred, swaying slightly. “Spare some cash? I haven’t eaten in

three days.

I tightened my grip on Aria and pulled Ethan closer to my side. Not wanting to appear

callous in front of my children, I reached into my purse and extracted a hundred–dollar

bill.

“Here, I offered, extending the money.

His bloodshot eyes caught sight of the other bills in my wallet, and his expression shifted from desperate to predatory. “That’s not enough. Give me everything you’ve got.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “No, I can’t. We need money to get home.”

“I’m not asking twice,” he growled, stepping closer.

I pushed both children behind me, my hands trembling as I prepared to surrender my wallet. Their safety was all that mattered.

“Stay away from her.”

Sean’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the man’s wrist and shoved him backward with enough force to make him stumble.

The man regained his balance and lunged forward, but Sean was faster. His fist connected with the man’s jaw in a sickening crack that sent him sprawling onto the pavement.

“Leave,” Sean commanded, his voice dangerously calm. “Now.”

The man scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the darkness, casting one final glare over his shoulder.