The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 220

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Chapter 220: Come to Our Old Place

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“Just say what you want.”

“Something you’d find interesting,” Christopher continued. “For instance… returning to me.”

I scoffed. “That’s never going to happen.”

“If I’m not mistaken,” Christopher said, ignoring my response, ‘you must be quite worried right now. Unable to reach him, perhaps?”

My blood ran cold. It had been hours since I’d heard from Sean.

“Is he with you?” My voice sharpened. “What have you done to him?

“When will you ever care about me the way you care about him? Christopher’s voice dripped with bitterness. “I would willingly die for you and still, you choose him.”

“Don’t be like this.”

“If you truly want to know what’s happened to him,” Christopher said softly, “why not come see for yourself?”

My grip tightened on the phone. “Where is he?”

“Come to our old place. I’ll be waiting.”

“Wait,” I demanded. “You haven’t told me what you’ve done to him. Where is he now?”

“Angela,” Christopher’s voice hardened, “I won’t say another word until I see you. And don’t bother trying to find him without me

The line went dead.

My hands trembled as I immediately tried calling back–no answer. I tried Sean’s number again–straight to voicemail.

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Chapter 220: Come to Our Old Place

Panic clawed at my throat as paced the room, mind racing through possibilities, each more terrifying than the bes

security team member confirmed what I feared: “The call came from an old public phone booth, Mrs. Wilson. Untraceable,

In that moment, I made my decision. I had to find Sean, and I had to go immediately!

Dinner that evening was a blur. I pushed food around my plate while Victoria discussed the children’s education, their future zt prestigious schools, family traditions they should learn.

“Victoria,” I interrupted quietly. “I need to ask you for a favor. Tonight… or tomorrow at the latest, I need to travel abroad. Could you watch the children for me?

Victoria set down her fork, studying my face. Is there an urgent work matter?”

I nodded, the lie coming easily to protect her from worry. “A client meeting. For an important project

“You seem distressed,” she observed, maternal concern evident in her expression. “Are you certain everything is alright?

“Of course,” I forced a smile. “It’s just… unexpected.”

Victoria reached across the table, squeezing my hand. “The children will be perfectly fine with me. Don’t worry about a thing

Relief washed through me, followed immediately by guilt. She had no idea what I was planning,

Later that evening, I tucked Aria and Ethan into bed, fighting the lump in my throat as Aria wrapped her small arms around my

neck.

“Mommy, can we sleep with you tonight?” she asked, her innocent eyes making my heart ache.

I stroked her hair. “Mommy has to take a trip tomorrow.”

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked, immediately alert.

“Just a business trip,” I assured him. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Promise you’ll come back quickly?” Aria’s lip trembled slightly.

“I promise,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “But you both need to be good for Grandma while I’m gone, okay?”

They nodded solemnly, too accepting, too trusting. I lingered in their doorway after they fell asleep, memorizing their peaceful faces, fighting back tears.

Once the house quieted, I called Thomas.

“Any news about Sean?” I asked without preamble.