The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

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She giggled. Because Rory and you have telepathy, of course! Her little fingers reached up to touch the edge of my mask. “Mommy, I don’t like this ugly thing on your face.”

I laughed. “My little beauty critic.” I glanced around, confirming we were all inside with the door closed. ‘Okay, just for family.”

I peeled off the silicone mask and the fake scar tissue, wincing as the adhesive pulled at my skin. The cool air felt refreshing on my face

after hours of confinement.

The room fell silent for a moment. Even after three years, I sometimes forgot the effect my face had on people. The scar tissue and

prosthetics had hidden what Blake once called his “greatest acquisition”.

Aurora clapped her hands excitedly. “Mommy is pretty again!” She jumped up and down. “You’re even prettier than before!”

“Your mommy was always pretty,” Olivia said softly. “Even with the mask.”

William’s eyes met mine, and I saw that familiar protective glint.

“Thank you, baby,” I said to Aurora, smoothing her curls.

“Can you not wear the ugly mask anymore?” Aurora pleaded, her big eyes impossibly wide.

“Sorry, sweetie, that’s not possible,” I said firmly. The mask was necessary. In New York, where Blake had eyes everywhere, my real face would attract unwanted attention. Three years of careful planning would be ruined in an instant if someone recognized me as the

supposedly dead Aria.

“Have you been behaving while I was gone?” I asked, changing the subject.

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The CEO’s Regret: His Lost Wife’s Secret Twins

Chapter 130

Aurora suddenly found the marble floor fascinating. “Um…”

“Aurora, I used my warning tone.

“Ivy and I might have sneaked out to buy chocolate cake,” she confessed in a rush.

I raised an eyebrow. “Chocolate cake?”

“You mentioned it once! You said it was the best thing you ever tasted when you were drinking that smelly juice.” Her innocent

explanation made me wince.

Great. Apparently, I’d waxed poetic about my favorite dessert during one of my rare wine nights. And Aurora remembered.

“The cake kind of…fell, Aurora continued hesitantly. “On a man’s shoes. And I fell too. My knee and my bottom hurt.”

“Ethan helped me,” she added brightly.

William’s head snapped toward Ethan, his gaze suddenly ice-cold. Ethan’s face turned crimson.

1-1 only treated her knee scrape!” Ethan stammered. “Ivy took care of the… other injury.”

Aurora looked between them, confused. “Why is your face red, Ethan? Are you sick?”

I almost asked about the man whose shoes got ruined, but the children’s interaction distracted me.

“Ethan isn’t sick, Aurora,” I explained. “He’s just worried about how to take care of you.”

Ethan had always been a mature, levelheaded child, but Aurora consistently threw him off-balance. I remembered how flustered he’d been when Aurora had a toothache and wouldn’t stop crying until he promised to make the pain go away. How he’d spent hours learning to braid hair just for her. The panic on his face when Aurora accidentally wet her dress at a restaurant and he didn’t know what to do.

Aurora lowered her head, suddenly looking guilty. She glanced at Ethan, her small hands twisting the expensive fabric of her dress.

“It’s not difficult, godmommy,’ Ethan said quickly. “Please don’t blame Aurora. Aurora is always good.”

Aurora’s face lit up. “Ethan is always good too!” she declared, reaching out to grab his hand.

William turned away from the scene. I caught something in his expression-something strange and uncomfortable-before he masked it. My son was bothered by something, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. Was it jealousy? Protective instinct? Something else entirely? For all my skills at reading people, William had become increasingly difficult to decipher as he grew older.

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