The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 197

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 197: Revelations at Sea–1

Angels POV

The speedboat sliced through Mediterranean waters, carrying us farther from the island villa with a

Ethan slept against my shoulder, exhausted from fear.

each passing waves.

Somewhere ahead, my daughter traveled with Christopher in another boat–a deliberate separation that felt like a knife in my chest.

Two guards stood at the how, occasionally glancing hack through dark sunglasses. The captain navigated with clinical indifference, unconcerned that he was alding in our abduction.

David sat across from me, his tablet in hand, occasionally checking what appeared to be navigation details.

How much longer?” I asked, my voice barely audible above the engine’s roar.

“Another forty minutes, perhaps,” David replied, checking his watch The weather is favorable. We’re making good time.”

When David moved to sit beside me, I stiffened but didn’t object. The security guards were engaged in conversation at the bow, and the captain remained focused on navigation. For the first time since boarding, we had a semblance of privacy.

“Wilion madam,” David began in a voice so low Lhad to strain to hear it over the engines, “if you truly wish for Mr. Blake to allow “You and your children to return to New York, my suggestion would be to make him lose interest in you. That’s the only way your it

truly be able to leave.”

I turned to study his face, searching for any hint of deception, “Lose interest? What method are you suggesting?”

David’s gaze remained steady. I’ve worked for Mr. Blake for many years. He has the temperament of someone who becomes more obsessed with what he cannot obtain. The reason he brought you here is because he never truly captured your heart.”

The implication behind his words made my stomach turn. To offer myself to Christopher to gain freedom? Impossible. I felt a flash of disgust and pulled Ethan closer instinctively.

“I won’t accept any inappropriate suggestions.”

David’s eyes widened slightly. “Ms. Wilson, please don’t misunderstand. When I speak of obtaining. I’m not referring to the kind of relationship you’re imagining.”

“Then what exactly do you mean?” My voice was sharp with suspicion

Tm referring to the experience of being genuinely accepted–emotional fulfillment. He glanced toward the guards, then continued even more quietly. “Does Ms. Wilson know anything about Mr. Blake family background?”

The question caught me off guard. I had known Christopher since our school days, but we rarely discussed his family. He preferred focusing on my circumstances rather than sharing his own.

I know the basics,” I replied cautiously.

Flashback

4 was fifteen when Christopher’s family drama exploded across the financial news.

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Chapter 197: Revelations at Sen–1

Charles Blake, a prominent figure on Wall Street and founder of Make Capital, had been exposed in yet another extramarital affair- this one particularly scandalous as it involved the wife of one of his closest business associates.

The gossip spread through school like wildlife. Our prep school was filled with children of America’s elite, inany whose fa moved in the same circles as the Blakes.

“Did you hear the latest about Blake’s father?” a girl whispered during study hall, leaning across the library table toward her friends. “Apparently, his mistress showed up at the family’s charity gala last right with a baby bump, claiming it’s his.”

“No way!” another gasped, her perfectly manicured hand covering he mouth. “In front of his wife?”

“And all their society friends, the first girl confirmed with obvious light.

I tried to focus on my math textbook, but their conversation grew loder, making it impossible to concentrate.

“What about their son? He’s in our year, right?” one of them asked, uncing around the library.

“Christopher? Yeah, bes in my class,” another girl chimed in. “He barely speaks to anyone. Total loner.

The first gift lowered her voice, though not enough. “Like father, like son. His dad is ‘Wall Street’s most notorious playboy. Christopher will turn out just the same–another Wall Street scumbag in the making…

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex-Wife

Chapter 197: Revelations at Sea–2

I slammed my textbook shut, drawing their started actection.

“A person’s chauscter and determined by their parents, I stated firms, sorprising myself with my intervention. Everyone has their own choices and valors. Hols can you judge him hased on much price?

The girls eyes narrowed as the recognized me. “Well, if it in the Won Investment Bank princese How interesting. Your mother Tan off with someone else, leaving you and your dad behind, yet her you are concerned about other people’s inesinere?

was

Her words struck like a physical blow. My mothers shandonment will a raw send, tomething id stroded to hide bentha carefully maintained facade of indifference

What did say?” My voice had dropped to a dangerous whisper.

She smirked, sensing vulnerability. “No wonder your’re defending flake. You’re both prohteny children of high society. One with a family destroyed by his father’s scandals, the other abandoned by her mother. You’re a perfect match.”

The library had gone uilent. I could feel tears threatening to form, but I refused to give them the satisfaction.

Christopher Blake stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His expression was cold as he strode directly toward our table.

If you’re so curious about my character,” he said, his voice quiet yet carrying across the silent room, “why not ask me directly?

The girl paled. “We were just–

Christopher picked up a nearby chair and smashed it against the table, sending books flying and girls scrambling backward.

Next time you want to psychoanalyze me,” he continued with chilling calmness, have the courage to do it to my face.”

The library erupted in chaos. The girls fled, the librarian emerged from her office shouting about disciplinary action, and Christopher simply walked out, completely unconcerned about the consequences.

I gathered my scattered materials and hurried after him, catching

ching up in the empty corridor.

“That was unnecessary,” I called out, causing him to stop and turn.

He studied me for a moment, his expression shifting

tting from cold

anger to something softer. “Why did you defend me back there?”

\ “I didn’t defend you specifically,” I clarified. “I objected to their unfair judgment.”

Christopher’s smile widened slightly. “Wilson, right? Angela Wilson?

I nodded, surprised he knew my name.