The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 202

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife.

Chapter 202: The Escape

Angels Pay

Last night’s mote from David–hastily read and immediately destroyed–replayed in my mind: Tomorrow morning, the ready. Make leaving at 10

Morning light came through the contains as i woke Aria and Ethan. They immediately sensed something was different.

“Today is important,” I said quietly. “Stay close and do exactly what hell you.”

They nodded silently. Ethan looked alert and understanding while Aja held her stuffed rabbit tightly,

At breakfast, we barely spoke, Christopher smiled as if nothing was wrong while we sat in silence. The children ate mechanically. I couldn’t eat at all.

As we got up to leave, Christopher said. “Angela, I need to go out. You and the children stay in the villa. Ask the staff if you need anything.”

Stay here? Worried we’ll escape?” I replied coldly. “Where would we go on this island anyway?”

His smile faltered briefly. “When y

you accept reality, you’ll find the doors are open.”

Then I be trapped forever,” I said, taking the children’s hands and walking out.

From my suite window, I watched Christopher’s yacht pull away from the dock.

As David had promised in his note, the security presence around the villa had noticeably thinned.

A soft knock at the door made me start. I pressed a finger to my lips silently urging the children to remain quiet, and approached

cautiously

David stood in the hallway, his eyes darting nervously up and down the corridor. “Mrs. Wilson, it’s time. We must move now

I nodded, grateful for his composure despite the risk he was taking Children, put on your shoes. We’re going for a walk.”

Within minutes, we were moving swiftly through the villa’s marble corridors. David carried Aria while I held Ethan close against my

side.

Outside, David led us to a modest black sedan parked in the service area. ‘Get in the back,” he instructed urgently. “All of you must hide on the floor until we’re past the main gate.”

I hesitated, looking at the cramped space. “Will this really work? What if they search the car?”

“It will work as long as they don’t open the doors, David replied honestly. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve considered the consequences. Whatever happens, I’m prepared to face it. You just focus on getting your children to safety.”

Thank you for taking such a risk. I won’t forget this

We settled onto the flour of the

the backseat, the children pressed against me.

The car slowed, then stopped. I heard a window roll down, followed by a gruff voice.

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Chapter 202: The Escape

“Where are you going, Bavlil?

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“Mr. Blake needs some important documents delivered immediately reid replied, Ala

“Hot Blake told us you were supposed to stay here and watch Wilood and the kids.

David’s tone handened with anturity. “Are you questioning my

like to deliver them yourself and explain for him why I could t

Through the fabric of the seat, I felt the tension radiating from the More wolves joined the first–multipte gu outside The vehicle.

My heart

My

pounded so loudly I feared they migh

“Do you really want to be the one to explain to Mr. Blake carrying an edge I’d never heard before.

A tense silence followed, then a reluctant, Tine, go ahead,”

his urgent documents were delayed?. David pressed, his voi

The car moved forward, and I released the breath I’d been holding. David’s voice remained tense “Stay down. Were not safe yet

We accelerated, the car taking several sharp turns that sent us sliding across the floor.

After what felt like an eternity, David said, “You can sit up now. Quickly, put on your seatbelts.”

As we buckled in, I saw we were speeding along a coastal road, the villa now a distant silhouette behind us.

“They’ll discover you re missing soon,” David warned, checking the rearview mirror constantly. “If they catch up to us, I’ll find place for you to hide. The car is too conspicuous.”

His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Mrs. Wilson, are you certain about this? Being abroad with two children, on the run… it could be more dangerous than staying in the villa.”

“We are never going back there,” I stated firmly, “I’ve raised these children alone before. We’ll manage. Just find us somewhere to get

David navigated through several hidden turns, deliberately avoiding security cameras. Finally, he pulled over beside a dense grove of

trees.

“There’s a small fishing village over that ridge,” he said, pointing. “Tourists mix with locals there. You can blend in temporarily.”

He handed me a thick envelope. “This is all the cash I have. I can’t give you a phone–they’ll trace the signal.”

“David,” I began, guilt washing over me, I’m so sorry to involve you in this.”

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I suddenly remembered Christopher’s brutal treatment of David yesterday, the way he’d punished him just for telling me about his past. A wave of anxiety swept through me,