The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Learning How to Be Myself Again

Angela Pov

By the time we arrived homer, it was already late night.

ely went to Aria and Ethan. After unrything that had happened, I yearned

Despite the exhaustion of the day, my thoughts immediately went to hold them

Victoria greeted us in the foyer, her elegant posture softening wher he saw my expression.

“If you had arrived just thirty minutes earlier, you could have fucked hem in, she said, her voice gentle but matter of fact. They Tought sleep as long as they could, hoping to for you.”

Guilt stabbed through me. “Thank you for bringing Hươm back to New York. You must be exhausted from the journey.”

Victoria waved her hand dismissively. “Not at all. Being with

company

me feel younger. You know how much I enjoy their

She moved toward the kitchen, adding over her shoulder, “They’ve missed you terribly. Aria kept asking when you would return.”

Sean placed his hand on the small of my back. “You should rest early tonight. Tomorrow we need to take the children to school, and you need to meet with their teachers

I nodded, then went to their room to peek at my two little ones. My beart filled with warmth as I watched them sleep peacefully.

The next morning, Sean and I took the children to their school.

As we approached the entrance, a woman in her forties intercepted us, her expression a careful balance of professionalism and disapproval. –

“Mrs. Wilson, Mr. Shaw, she greeted, her eyes lingering on me. “I missed you at last week’s parent–teacher conference. We had several important matters to discuss regarding Arin’s progress.

My stomach dropped. A parent–teacher conference I couldn’t remember missing.

Before I could formulate a response, Sean stepped forward. “My wife was ill and unable to attend. I apologize for not

The teachers expression softened slightly. “I hope you’re feeling better, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Yes, thank you,” 1 managed, avoiding her searching gaze.

notifying you.”

After the children disappeared into their classrooms, we walked down the hallway toward the exit. Something about the familiar surroundings triggered a brief memory flash–a fragment of me walking through a similar corridor with documents in hand. The image vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving me momentarily disoriented.

1 faltered mid–stop, drawing Sean’s immediate attention.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his arm instantly around my waist to steady me

y as I continued walking

*Nothing,” I said, gently pushing his hand away as

The brief memory flash left me unsettled yet hopeful.

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Chapter 259: Learning How to Be Myself Again

Even If the truth might bring balus, it had to be better than this disenting emptiness.

Outside the school, I couldn’t shake the feeling of fallure. “Tran’t be eve I missed their parent teacher conference,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. What kind of mother does that make me

Sean turned to love me, his expression.

sion earnest. “Angela, this isn’t your fault. The teachers understand, the children are doing

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His reassurance helped, but the weight of responsibility remained, se children needed a mother who remembered them, who knew their favorite foods and bedtime stories without having to be bolil.

I’ll do better, 1 promised myself silently. Till spend more time with hem, create new memories if I can! r

“Would you like to see your company?” Sean asked as we settled back into the car.

“My company?” I echoed, startled,

Sean nodded. “Wes, Wilson Investment. You rebuilt it yourself afted considerable effort.”

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ed me. “Where is it?”

“Not far from here,” Sean replied, instructing the driver to change direction. Till take you there.”

We arrived at a modest office building where Wilson Investment occupied a single floor. As we entered, several employees looked up from their desks, their eyes lingering on me with a mixture of respect and curiosity.

A young man approached us, his face breaking into a wide smile of recognition. “Angela! My God, you’ve lost so much weight! Is the workload.too much? You should rest more.”

I froze, uncertain how to respond to

stranger who clearly knew me well.

Sean smoothly intervened. “Marcus, Angela hasn’t been feeling well lately. She needs time to readjust.”

Marcus’s expression shifted protocols.”

concern. “Of course, take all the time you need. We’ve kept everything running according to your

As we toured the office, I found myself overwhelmed by the complexity of the business operations. Project files and investment portfolios that should have been familiar remained incomprehensible to me. How could I possibly manage this company when I couldn’t even understand its basic functions?

My chest tightened as I considered the potential consequences of my incompetence. These people depended on me for their livelihoods. What if I failed them?

Employees approached throughout our visit, greeting me with respect and obvious affection. I smiled in return, my anxiety building with each interaction.

In the quiet sanctuary of the car, I finally allowed my