The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 192 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter192: Is This How You Show love? Angels Pov Tried to sit up straight but bust my balance, the lingering Her ver drag hed gimstill affecting my coordination Christopher immediately moved to steady me, his trach gentle despite the circumstances, be cautioned. The effects will aff completely sou I pulled away from his grasp, fighting to regain control. Where are my children?" "They're in the front cabin with David, he replied calmly. They're pofertly safe," Despite my anger, I forced myself to remain composed. Antagonizing Christopher now would accomplish nothing. "I need to see them." He nodded. 'Of course. I'll take you to them." As we moved through the luxurious private jet, I took in my surroundings, looking for anything that might helpunderstand our situation better. The plane was clearly in mid-flight at cruising altitude-we'd been traveling for stalready.

Chufitopher opened a sliding door to reveal a specially outfitted children's cabin. Aria and Ethan sat in comfortable seats, surrounded by toys, hooks, and electronic devices. David stood nearby, attentive but maintaining a respectful distance.

Relief flooded throughat the sight of them-safe, unharmed.

Ethan noticedfirst, immediately setting aside his tablet. “Mom, I thought we were going to Central Park for a picnic. Why are we on Blake uncle's plane?" s, sweetheart. Is the food good?" I managed a strained smile, gently stroking his hair. "There's been a change of plans, "It's so yummy!" Aria chimed in, chocolate cake crumbs dotting the corners of her mouth. "Blake uncle's plane has lots of delicious shacks!" "That's good to hear," I said, forcing lightness into my tone. "I need to speak with Mr. Blake about something I'll cback soon.

Ethan nodded, his eyes reflecting an understanding beyond his years, He sensed something was wrong, even if he couldn't identify exactly what.

In the private conference cabin, I waited until Christopher closed the door before speaking.

"Where are we going?" I asked directly, my my voice carefully controlled.

"Europe," he replied simply. "A private estate." "How long until we arrive?" Christopher hesitated, studying my face.

"Listen," I continued when he didn't answer, "once we reach our destination, I'll be arranging return tickets for myself and my children immediately. If you don't prevent us from returning safely to New York, I might consider treating this as an unfortunate.

1/3 Chapter192: Is This How You Show love? detour-a misunderstanding father than pursuing any other course A flicker of something-pain, determination, obsession-crossed Christophe "Angela, things that have happened cannot simply be undone," he softly. "You can pretend this never happened." "Christopher," I kept my voice steady, "it's not too late to turn back don't want the children to form the wrong impression of you He met my gaze directly. "Angela, I love you. I have for the past five years. I can't continue being just your good friend, pretending don't have deeper feelings. I can't give up, so I can't pretend nothing happened." Anger flashed through me, hot and immediate. "Is this how you show love? Druggingand my children, forcing us onto a plane? This is your idea of loving someone?" Sorrow crossed his features, though his resolve remained unchanged. I'm sorry. I didn't want to resort to these methods. But after five years of you refusing to accept me, I had no choice. Please try to understand." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to think strategically. "I don't know how long it will be before we reach our destination, but during that time, you could reconsider.

If you change your mind and afely return us to New York, I could forget this happened and we could preserve our friendship." The determination in Christopher's eyes toldhe had no intention of turning back. My heart sank.

Back in the main cabin, I searched my belongings, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's my phone?" Christopher sat down beside me, smiling. "It's best not to use phones during flights, Angela." "I didn't say I wanted to use it," I replied coolly. "I just want you to return it to me." "Of course, he answered smoothly. "Once we arrive at our destination and disembark, I'll return your phone to you." His careful wording confirmed my suspicions-he had no intention of lettingcontact anyone.

As midday approached, Christopher arranged an elaborate lunch service. Fine china, crystal glasses, and silver cutlery appeared as it by magic, along with gourmet dishes that would have seemed at hin a Michelin-starred restaurant.

"You should eat something," he encouraged, gesturing to the spread, Despite my ty lack of appetite, I forced myself to pick up the utensils and take a few bites, hoping to maintain a facade of cooperation.

"The food on the plane is prepared by private chefs, but ingredients are limited, so quality might not be up ‍to standard" Christopher explained. "At the estate, I've arranged professional teams to take care of all your needs and the children's" I paused mid-bite. "What do you mean?"

"Once we arrive, you can set aside work pressures and focus on the children, he continued. "If you wish to continue your career, can establish verx an investment company for you-you can decide whether to manage it personally. If you prefer a more leisurely Lifestyle, I've arranged a complete spa and fitness facility, with a private beauty team available at your convenience." As Christopher detailed his elaborate plans for our future, my stomach turned. I set down my utensils, unable to continue the charade.

"I'm not hungry anymore." Christopher frowned at my barely touched plate. "Angela, you ve hardy eaten anything." 2/3 Chapter192: Is This How You Show love? I remained silent, my rejection of him and his plans clear in my Perhaps the plane food doesn't suit your taste, he suggested after ment. When we reach ach the estate, arrange something the flight continued, Christopher offereda glass of wine. "Wid you like "No, thank you," I declined firmly.

He sipped his own wine, watchingwith an intensity that madeuncomfortable. I closed my eyes and crossed my arms, pretending to sleep.

Eventually, I felt the plane begin its descent. Through the window, could see the brilliant blue of the Mediterranean and the outline of a secluded island.

or on all sides.

Nestled among lush vegetation sat a magnificent estate-beautiful, remote, and surrounded by water

As we descended toward this gilded prison, I knew one thing with absolute certainly, the moment m stepped off this plane, a new challenge would begin. And somewhere across the Atlantic, Sean would soon discover we were missing. I had to find a way to contact him, no matter what it took. Chapter Comments LIKE