The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205 3/3 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 sones 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." TH 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.

-We re looking 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. "Letcheck 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 comfortingwhen I should be the strong one-broke my heart all over again.

1/3 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 toas the metallic sound of tools working against the lock echoed sanctuary. The door frcreaked 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 betweenand 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 "Just temporarily," I assured him, though my heart rebelled at the words. "Christopher won't hurt us in front of others. We just need to be patient," A sharp knock rattled our stall door.

"Mrs. Wilson, I know you and the children are in there." The voice was calm, professional. "Mr. Blake is very concerned m rned about your Safety. Please cooperate with us we only want to ensure you return to the villa safely. If you open the door yourself, I promise no one will harm you. Otherwise, we'll have to force it open, and that might frighten the children"

I was about to respond when chaos erupted outside. The crash of breaking glass, followed by the m upmistakable sounds of a violent struggle-bodies slamming against walls, grunts of exertion, the thud of fists connecting with flesh. out, but I quickly pressed my finger to her lips. "Shhh, be quiet," Arsa started to cry o My mind raced. Was this Sophie's rescue, or slocal criminal element caught in territorial dispute? Either way, we were trapped between the violence outside and our tiny stall.

The fighting stopped abruptly.

Silence descended, more terrifying than the commotion had been. Soft footsteps approached r stall, followed by a gentle push against the door. A man's voice spoke in quiet Italian: "The door is locked. Should we open it?" Another voice replied: "Open it." 2/3 Chapter 205 Who's Behind the Door? I chatched my children tener utenty purstoring her compre After a moments hesitation, i children.

Taking a deep I happent," I whispered to Erben seit