The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 283 2/2 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 283: Should We Invite Him to Our Wedding? The wedding was set for just a month from now.

"Isn't that rushing things?" I asked Sean as we lay in bed one morning, the early light filtering through the curtains. "We should give ourselves more tto plan everything." Sean rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow. "I'd marry you tomorrow if I could," he said, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. "The only reason I'm waiting a month is because Victoria insists on making this wedding bigger than our first one.

I laughed softly. "We're already married once. Do we really need all the ceremony again?" "This tis different," Sean said, his voice growing serious. "We have Aria and Ethan now. I don't just want this to be special for you-I want our kids to see it too." His eyes locked with mine. "Havert you noticed how excited Aria is?" He was right. Aria had been bouncing off the walls since we told the children about the wedding. She'd spent hours flipping through magazines, pointing at flower girl dresses, asking if she could carry a "big bouquet just like Mommy." "Can I throw the flowers really high?" throw flowers!" asked just yesterday, her eyes wide with excitement. "Grandma Victoria said I get to Even Ethan seemed quietly pleased, asking thoughtful questions about what he'd need to do as the ring bearer. That night, after we finally managed to get the kids to sleep (Aria had insisted on trying on her shoes "just one more time), Sean and I retreated to the study to work on the guest list.

I settled into the leather chair across from him, pen poised over paper, and suddenly remembered Olivia. My stomach twisted uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked, noticing my hesitation.

"I just remembered Olivia," I admitted.

"Who's Olivia?" "My friend from Italy. I met her when I lived there, and I stayed at her place when I first returned to New York a few months ago." I trailed off, not sure how to explain the rest delicately.

Sean's brow furrowed in concentration, then his eyes widened. "Wait, is she the one who cto my hotel room that night? When I was drunk?" "Don't you have her contact information?" I asked. "That night when Olivia and I ran into you at the bar, you were completely wasted. We were the ones who took you back to your hotel." I nodded, feeling my cheeks warm. "That's her. She's had a crush on you forever. The thing is, I never told her about our past. I told her my husband was dead." "Dead?" Sean's eyebrows shot up.

"I didn't want any connection to you back then," I explained, feeling defensive. And I definitely didn't want you finding out about the twins. So I made up a story." I sighed, remembering the web of lies. "Then that night when you showed up drunk and held me, I told her I didn't even know you that you were just sstranger harassing me." 1/3 Chapter 283: Should We Invite Him to Our Wedding? "And she went to my hotel to. what? Comfort me?" Sean asked incredulously. "She stayed with you all night," I confirmed, watching his expression carefully. Sean ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely perplexed. "I don't remember much from that night, but I definitely didn't-" "I know," I cut him off. "That's not what I'm worried about. The problem is, how do I explain everything now? With your position in New York, our wedding will be news. I can't hide it from her." "So tell her the truth." "It's not that simple. She'll realize I've been lying to her for years." I punched Sean lightly in the chest. "This is all your fault," I said, only half-joking.

"If you weren't so charming, my friend wouldn't have fallen for you. Why didn't you just reject her clearly that night? 4 "I never led any woman on," Sean protested, catching my hand. "How was I supposed to know your friend had feelings for me? Why didn't you just explain the situation to her yourself?" He paused, then offered, "If it's too awkward for you, I can talk to her." "Absolutely not," I said quickly. "That would only make it worse. I'll handle it myself." I glared at him, though there wasn't much heat behind it.

Sean pulledcloser, wrapping his arms aroundfrom behind. "Don't be angry," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. "Doesn't this just prove what a catch your husband is?" I tried to maintain my irritation, but it was melting under his touch. We should finish the guest list," I protested weakly.

"It can wait," he said, trailing kisses down my neck. "We should get srest." I squirmed in his embrace, not quite ready to let him distract me. There was one more nweighing on my mind.

"There's someone else I'm not sure about inviting," I said, turning to face him. "Who?" Sean asked, his hands settling on my waist.

I looped my arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes. "Christopher." Sean's expression darkened immediately. The playfulness vanished, replaced by a cool, controlled mask I knew too well.

"You want to invite him?" His voice was carefully neutral. "We visited him twice, and both times he refused to see us. Even if you invite him, he probably won't come." "I just want to put everything behind us," I explained softly. "He was our friend, Sean."

Since regaining my memories, I'd found it harder to hate Christopher. I remembered telling him "you're om annoying" and other cutting remarks. I couldn't help feeling partly couldn'then responsible for what had happened. If I hadn't used his feelings forto avoid Sean, if I hadn't given him false hope, would he have becso obsessed? I didn't know who was most at fault among the three of us.

Sean sighed, his anger seemingly deflating. "Fine. I'll have Thomas send him an invitation. No guarantees he'll come." Asmall, resigned smile ETT. tugged at his lips. "Maybe it's for the best he knows we're getting married. It might finally make him stop thinking about my wife."

He leaned in again, his lips meeting mine. This time, I didn't push him away. Instead, I kissed him back eagerly all thoughts of guest lists e and uncomfortable conversations fading as his arms tightened around me.