The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 205

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 205: Who’s Behind the Door?

Angela Pov

I huddled with Aris and Ithan at our corner table in the small

we waited for Sophie’s rescue. Every creak of the door sent my pulsacing

constantly scanning the entrance as

The tavern was packed with fishermen and tourists–perfect cover for now. The warm light and cheerful comeration created on ilhosion of safety that I desperately needed to believe in, even if just for an hour.

How t

much longer, Mommy?” Ethan whispered, his small hand cletong mine beneath the table,

Not much longer, I assured him, forcing confidence into my voice. “Sophie said they’d be here within an hour.”

Forty minutes had passed since that phone call. I couldn’t stop checking the time, willing the minutes to move faster.

A commotion at the entrance shattered my fragile calm. The four–sang open, and several men in dark suits–the same ones from the inn–pushed their way inside. Their polished appearance stood at starkly against the casual atmosphere of the village tavern.

The room’s energy shiffed immediately. Conversations quieted as locals and tourists alike sensed the intrusion. The men’s eyes swept methodically across the room, studying each face with calculated precision.

“Stay close,” I whispered, gathering g Aria into my arms. “Ethan, hold onto my shirt and follow me.”

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Using the bar counter as cover, we slipped deeper into the tavern, away from those searching

ng yes, I spotted a narrow hallway leading to what I hoped were restrooms–nur only chance for temporary safety.

Behind us. I heard one

Italian.

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og for our f

worried.”

of the men speaking to the tavern owner, his English fluent but his companion struggling with broken

our family,” he explained, pulling out what must have been our photos. “My boss’s wife and children are lost. Very

I didn’t wait to hear more. The unmistakable rustle of paper money followed–Christopher was buying information.

“We need to hide, I whispered to the children as we reached the hallway. The bathroom, quickly,”

The women’s restroom was mercifully empty–small and dated with peeling walls and a single dim bulb providing scant illumination. I ushered the children inside and locked the wooden door behind us, knowing it wouldn’t hold against determined Intruders.

We crammed ourselves into the single stall, Aria perched carefully on the closed toilet lid while Ethan stood beside me. My body trembled with adrenaline, but I fought to maintain a calm expression for the children’s sake.

“Let me check k your ankle, sweetheart,” I said, gently removing Aria’s sneaker.

What I saw made my heart sink. Her ankle had swollen significantly, the skin now an angry red. She winced as my fingers gently probed the injury.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. I could no longer contain. Im so sorry I haven’t protected you better.

“Mommy, don’t cry,” Aria said, her small hand patting my cheek. “I can be brave. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Ithan rose

rose to his tiptoes, his tiny fingers wiping tears from my face. The gesture–my five–year–old son comforting me when I should be the strong one–broke my heart all over again.

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Chapter 205 Who’s Behind the Door?

“It’s not your fault, Muminy,

The simple truth in her etablish asses

Has that

evive this moviment, this tour. Everything

Check that ares, the Bathrooms haven’t been searched,” a man divided in English.

“This bathroom is backed Strange,” replied another with a heavy Italian accent.

“They’re probably inside. Open it

ild lock. Not strong. I can break it.

I held my breath, pulling both children close to me as the metallic sound of tools working against the lock echoed sanctuary. The door frame creaked ominously, the old wood giving way little by little.

Arias fingers dug into gry blouse, her body trembling against mine. Even Ethan, trying so hard to be brave, pressed

protectively between me and his sister.

Don’t be afraid.” I murmured, though fear clawed at my own throat I’m right here with you.”

The reality of our situation crashed over me. We were trapped, with no way out except through those men. Christopher’s reach extended even to this remote village. Sophie’s rescue might be too late.

I crouched down to meet my children’s eyes. “If they open the door, we’ll have to go with them for now,”

“Back to the bad house? Ethan whispered, his eyes wide