The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

This is SO yummy in my tummy, Mommy!” She took another bite, then looked up suddenly. “Uncle should be here! Uncle makes Aurora

fly high!”

I froze, napkin in hand. “What uncle, sweetie?”

“The one who smells super good and gives the bestest hugs,” she said, returning to her cake. “He makes me go whoosh up in the air! And he brings presents when it’s not even my birthday!”

I exchanged a confused glance with Olivia, my heart racing. ‘I swear I understand my daughter less each day. What uncle is she talking about?” Could it be the man in the garden? Who the hell is he?

Olivia shrugged, looking puzzled. She nodded toward William and Ethan, who were eating with perfect manners, small forks held correctly. “Look at them-not a drop of frosting anywhere. They’re tiny Victorian gentlemen. I’ve failed as a mother. I should be raising normal messy kids. When we were their age, I wore more food than I ate.”

I noticed several young people at nearby tables watching our children, whispering not quite quietly enough.

“Are those kids seriously discussing dance composition and game development?” a college guy in a Columbia hoodie said to his friends.

“They’re barely knee-high!”

“Did you hear the little boy talking about animation coding? I’m a computer science major and I couldn’t follow half of it!” another replied, staring openly.

“Is this how competitive the world is now? These toddlers already have career plans while I’m still figuring out my major!” A girl with purple-tipped hair slumped in her chair.

A young woman in a NYU sweatshirt looked at us. “Those must be their mothers. The one with the mask is probably famous.”

‘Single moms, for sure,” her friend whispered. “Such a shame those kids don’t have father figures. No wonder they’re so serious- compensating for no male influence.”

My spine stiffened. Olivia’s knuckles turned white around her fork. The casual assumptions stung worse than they should have.

Before I could respond, William set down his fork carefully.

“Mom,” he said clearly, loud enough for nearby tables to hear, ‘since Aurora and I were born, you’ve been there for us every day. We’ve never lacked love. We’re happy and we always have been.”

My throat tightened as Ethan turned to Olivia, adjusting his glasses with a mature gesture.

“Mom, I know you don’t talk about my father since we came back to America. I know you don’t want us to mention what you’re working on now.” His eyes were serious beyond his years. “But I understand. Father is a ‘bad guy,’ but that’s not your fault. You don’t need to feel

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“Next time you’re sad,” he continued, reaching for her hand, ‘don’t drink champagne with Aunt Aria and cry. You can talk to me instead. I

know good jokes too. I’ve been practicing.”

Olivia’s eyes glistened as she squeezed his small hand. “Thank you, sweethearts. We underestimated you. You’re both more perceptive than

we realize.

Aurora, not wanting to be left out, piped up: “Aurora can make people happy too! I can sing the dinosaur song and do ballet spins!

Mommy smiles big when I dance!”

William smirked, “You’re the biggest crybaby. If Mom and Aunt Olivia come to you sad, you’ll just cry with them. Remember when your ice

cream fell? You cried for an hour.”

Aurora’s mouth formed a perfect O of indignation, chocolate smeared across her lip. “Did not! That’s not true! I only cried for five minutes! And it was the special ice cream with sprinkles inside!”

Her protest was cut short as a long, masculine hand appeared from nowhere and lifted her effortlessly from her chair. Aurora’s surprised expression instantly transformed into delight as she was hoisted into the air.

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