Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 669

"It's you? How did you even find us here? Get out! Just get out!" Louisa's voice shrieked from outside. Wiona and Bronwen rushed out, their hearts pounding.

Wilson was already there, though no one had seen him arrive. Two little girls clung to his legs, sobbing and calling him "Daddy," their tiny arms wrapped around him, desperate and scared. Not far away, a young woman stood with tears streaking down her cheeks—Mary.

"Wilson, are you really going to leave the three of us behind?" Mary's voice trembled as she spoke. "I can accept that if you don't want me. The love you gave me all these years is enough. But those girls are your daughters too. They're your flesh and blood, just like Louisa. Please, I'm begging you, take them in. I gave up everything for you. I didn't even take my college exams, I just stayed by your side. Now I'm useless, I don't even know how to find a job. Maybe I can survive, but what about them? I don't want to take them back to the orphanage. I don't want them to grow up without family like I did. Wilson, they'll have a father, a big sister, and... and your wife. All of you could take care of them together. Please, please just let them stay... please..."

Before she could finish, Wilson snapped. His anger exploded and he slapped Mary hard across the face. "Shut up!" he yelled, his voice echoing with rage. He didn't even care that the two little girls were still holding onto his legs, calling out for their dad. He grabbed them roughly, one after the other, and shoved them away, kicking them to the ground.

"Get out of here! Both of you, get lost!"

Mary gasped and threw herself forward, pulling the girls into her arms. Her face was stricken, her tears falling freely. "How could you? They're your children!"

Everything was spiraling out of control. Wilson looked around wildly, panic rising inside him. Bronwen was watching. His daughter Louisa saw everything. They saw everything, his betrayal, his shame. He needed to prove to them that none of this was real, that it wasn't his fault, that it wasn't what it looked like. He didn't care what happened to Mary or the girls. He just wanted to cut all ties—fast.

The girls were still sobbing on the ground, but Wilson ignored them. He looked up at the jagged hole in the wall, at Louisa, who seemed almost unhinged as she got to her feet, at Wiona, then back to Bronwen. He knew in that moment that it was over. His secret was out. There was no going back. All he could do right now was damage control.

Wilson marched over to Bronwen and grabbed her hand, almost desperately. "Bronwen, listen to me. It's not what you think."

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