The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 192

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter192: Is This How You Show love?

Angels Pov

Tried to sit up straight but bust my balance, the lingering Her

ver drag hed gim me still affecting my coordination

Christopher immediately moved to steady me, his trach gentle despite the circumstances,

be cautioned. The effects will aff completely sou

I pulled away from his grasp, fighting to regain control. Where are my children?”

“They’re in the front cabin with David, he replied calmly. They’re pofertly safe,”

Despite my anger, I forced myself to remain composed. Antagonizing Christopher now would accomplish nothing. “I need to see

them.”

He nodded. ‘Of course. I’ll take you to them.”

As we moved through the luxurious private jet, I took in my surroundings, looking for anything that might help me understand our situation better. The plane was clearly in mid–flight at cruising altitude–we’d been traveling for some time already.

Chufitopher opened a sliding door to reveal a specially outfitted children’s cabin. Aria and Ethan sat in comfortable seats, surrounded by toys, hooks, and electronic devices. David stood nearby, attentive but maintaining a respectful distance.

Relief flooded through me at the sight of them–safe, unharmed.

Ethan noticed me first, immediately setting aside his tablet. “Mom, I thought we were going to Central Park for a picnic. Why are we on Blake uncle’s plane?”

s, sweetheart. Is the food good?”

I managed a strained smile, gently stroking his hair. “There’s been a change of plans,

“It’s so yummy!” Aria chimed in, chocolate cake crumbs dotting the corners of her mouth. “Blake uncle’s plane has lots of delicious shacks!”

“That’s good to hear,” I said, forcing lightness into my tone. “I need to speak with Mr. Blake about something I’ll come back soon.

Ethan nodded, his eyes reflecting an understanding beyond his years, He sensed something was wrong, even if he couldn’t identify exactly what.

In the private conference cabin, I waited until Christopher closed the door before speaking.

“Where are we going?” I asked directly, my

my voice carefully controlled.

“Europe,” he replied simply. “A private estate.”

“How long until we arrive?”

Christopher hesitated, studying my face.

“Listen,” I continued when he didn’t answer, “once we reach our destination, I’ll be arranging return tickets for myself and my children immediately. If you don’t prevent us from returning safely to New York, I might consider treating this as an unfortunate.

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detour–a misunderstanding father than pursuing any other course

A flicker of something–pain, determination, obsession–crossed Christophe

“Angela, things that have happened cannot simply be undone,” he

softly. “You can pretend this never happened.”

“Christopher,” I kept my voice steady, “it’s not too late to turn back don’t want the children to form the wrong impression of you

He met my gaze directly. “Angela, I love you. I have for the past five years. I can’t continue being just your good friend, pretending don’t have deeper feelings. I can’t give up, so I can’t pretend nothing happened.”

Anger flashed through me, hot and immediate. “Is this how you show love? Drugging me and my children, forcing us onto a plane? This is your idea of loving someone?”

Sorrow crossed his features, though his resolve remained unchanged. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to resort to these methods. But after five years of you refusing to accept me, I had no choice. Please try to understand.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to think strategically. “I don’t know how long it will be before we reach our destination, but during that time, you could reconsider. If you change your mind and afely return us to New York, I could forget this happened and we could preserve our friendship.”

The determination in Christopher’s eyes told me he had no intention of turning back. My heart sank.

Back in the main cabin, I searched my belongings, growing increasingly anxious. “Where’s my phone?”

Christopher sat down beside me, smiling. “It’s best not to use phones during flights, Angela.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to use it,” I replied coolly. “I just want you to return it to me.”

“Of course, he answered smoothly. “Once we arrive at our destination and disembark, I’ll return your phone to you.“

His careful wording confirmed my suspicions–he had no intention of letting me contact anyone.

As midday approached, Christopher arranged an elaborate lunch service. Fine china, crystal glasses, and silver cutlery appeared as it

by magic, along with gourmet dishes that would have seemed at home in a Michelin–starred restaurant.

“You should eat something,” he encouraged, gesturing to the spread,

Despite my

ty lack of appetite, I forced myself to pick up the utensils and take a few bites, hoping to maintain a facade of cooperation.

“The food on the plane is prepared by private chefs, but ingredients are limited, so quality might not be up to standard,” Christopher explained. “At the estate, I’ve arranged professional teams to take care of all your needs and the children’s”

I paused mid–bite. “What do you mean?”

“Once we arrive, you can set aside work pressures and focus on the children, he continued. “If you wish to continue your career, I can establish an investment company for you–you can decide whether to manage it personally. If you prefer a more leisurely Lifestyle, I’ve arranged a complete spa and fitness facility, with a private beauty team available at your convenience.”

As Christopher detailed his elaborate plans for our future, my stomach turned. I set down my utensils, unable to continue the charade.