The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256: The Eyes Behind the Curtain

Angeln POV

My confusion about Sean continued into the next morning.

Lying in bed. I reached for my phone and scrolled through my photo gallery again, the same unsettling pattern emerging–countless pictures of Aria and Ethan, but almost none with Sean.

The bedroom door opened softly, Sean walked in, his movements catful and measured, clearly mindful of his healing wound. When our eyes niet, surprise registered on his face.

“You’re awake? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, approaching the bed.

I continued scrolling through my phone, not answering immediately

Sean sat down beside me, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing special,” I replied, placing the phone on the pillow beside me.

“I feel like I slept forever,” I said, changing the subject. “Have you been walking around all this time?”

A smile touched his lips. “Are you treating me like a child? Besides, you’re right here–where could I possibly go?”

Sean reached out, gently pinching the tip of my nose in a playful gesture. The casual intimacy of it felt both strange and familiar.

I found myself studying his handsome features–the strong jawline, the intelligent green eyes that seemed to see right through me.

I almost asked the question that had been burning in my mind since booking through my phone: “What kind of relationship did we have before? But I swallowed the words before they could escape.

My mind drifted to what I’d witnessed at the Hamptons estate–Sean carrying Aria to bed, his awkward movements as she stirred in his arms, his confusion when I mentioned removing her coat before fucking her in.

A father who didn’t know how to put his own daughter to bed? The contradiction gnawed at me.

Sean noticed my hesitation. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I replied, turning away. “Just thinking.”

“Are you hungry?” Sean asked. “I can have the hotel send up breakfast”

I realized I was indeed hungry. “Yes, that would be nice.”

Sean reached for my phone to move it from the bed, but I quickly snatched it away, the movement so instinctive it surprised even me. Our eyes met, and an awkward silence fell between us.

“I’m sorry, I was just going to- Sean began.

I smiled apologetically. “It’s me being oversensitive. Christopher took my phone away before, so… I’m not comfortable with others touching my phone right now

“Don’t worry,” Sean said reassuringly. “I would never do that.”

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Chapter 256: The Eyes Behind the Curtain

“I know,” I replied, gratefully squeezing the palm of his hand.

I decided against questioning him. The problems I was facing were implicated enough, and for some reason, I felt afraid to uncover the secrets of my past. While exploring my plione, il noticed some he named Sophie who appeared to be a frequent contact- apparently my close friend of many years. Perhaps I could learn more truth from Sophie later.

When breakfast arrived, Sean carefully selected items from the sprej, placing foods that were both appealing and easy to digest on

my plate.

“Take your time,” he said softly. “It’s just the two of us. Eat until you e satisfied.”

I barely tasted the food, my mind still swimming with questions. The social media post I’d discovered yesterday kept resurfacing “Don’t be foolish again. Don’t make the same mistake twice. What could this warning possibly mean? I might choose not to investigate the past between Sean, Christopher, and myself, but could my children be in danger?

I pushed the food around my plate, taking only a few bites despite sun’s encouragement.

“What’s wrong? Have you had enough? Sean asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Mmm, just–about,” I murmured.

“Just two more

re bites?” he coaxed gently.

“Alright, I conceded, forcing myself to take another small mouthful.

Sean studied

led my face carefully. “What’s the matter today? Are you in bad mood? Or is something bothering you?”

1 hesitated, torn between confronting him with my discoveries and keeping my suspicions to myself. “It’s not that I’m in a bad mood,

“Just what?” he prompted when I didn’t continue.

“I’m sorry, I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I finally said.

Sean nodded, accepting my decision without pushing further. “If that’s what you want. But if something’s troubling you, don’t keep it to yourself. Whatever it is, talking to me about it will be better than suffering alone.”

“I’m just worried about seeing Christopher today, I lied. “Do you think he’ll meet with me?”

Sean seemed to accept this without suspicion, offering reassurance instead. “Whatever decision he makes, I believe we’ve shown our sincerity.”

Christopher’s secluded estate seemed unchanged since our previous visit, the manicured gardens peaceful in the late morning sun. As I approached the entrance, the security guard recognized me immediately and went inside to inform David of my arrival.

Rather than waiting in the designated reception area, I chose a garden bench nearby, preferring the open air and solitude to gather my thoughts.

Minutes later, David emerged from the building, his expression shifting from surprise to gentle resignation when he spotted me on