The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 137

Chapter 137: At Elizabeth's Grave

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I stood among the weathered headstones, watching Angela from a distance. She knelt before Eltzabeth's grave, her slender frame bent in shiel, whispering words I couldn't hear. The gray shy hung heavy above is, mirroring the weight pressing against my chest

Thomas shifted uncomfortably beside me. "Should we wait in the car Mr. Shaw?" "No," I replied, my eyes never leaving Angela. "I'll stay."

I hadn't seen such raw pain on Angela's face since the day I'd found her at her father's hospital bedside years ago. Even from this distance, I could see her shoulders shaking slightly with silent solis,

Elizabeth had meant everything to her more mather than grandmother-In-law- and I wondered if bringing her here had been a mistake. The finality of the grave might break something inside her that couldn't be repaired.

Three years ago, as we'd lowered Elizabeth's casket into the frozen December ground, I had hated Angela. Hated how she could be se cruel, not even coming to see Elizabeths before she died-Elizabeth, who had given her so much. But now, watching her grief-stricken face as she knelt before the grave, I couldn't bring myself to condem her anymore.

A rumble of thunder rolled across the cemetery, echoing between the marble monuments.

Mr. Shaw, Thomas's voice cut through my thoughts, "It looks like going to rain heavily. Should we alert Ms. Wilson?"

I glanced at the darkening sky, feeling the pressure dropping rapidly Go find some umbrellas."

Thomas nodded and hurried toward the cemetery office near the entsince. Minutes later, he returned with two large black

umbrellas.

"Give them to me," I said, taking both from his hands.

I approached Angela slowly, careful not to startle her. She sat on the ground now, oblivious to the mud staining her expensive Burberry coat. Her fingers traced Elizabeth's name carved into the stone, her lips moving in silent conversation.

"It's going to rain, I announced, my voice sounding harsher than intended.

No response.

"Angela." I tried again.

She remained frozen, lost in her grief. The first drops of rain began fall, pattering softly on the surrounding graves. I stepped closer, opening one umbrella and holding it over her. The rain intensified quickly, drumming against the taut fabric above us.

pulling her to her feet. "You need to come back

umbrella from

rushed over to help,

grave. "Elizabeth is

suddenly blazing with anger. "This is all because of

at her,

you," she spat, "I never would have left Elizabeth.

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into the rain. I moved for rd Immediately,

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of your concern," she

my concern. Why don't

the place for such a confrontation. Her shoulders sagged

to say to you," she murmured. "let's

words go unchallenged. "What did you mean? That you wouldn't have left Elizabeth if it weren't for

what it sounds like. Cin't you understand plain English?" She yanked her

my grip.

moment, Angela's face went ashen. Her eyos rolled back, and the crumpled

Wilson!" Thomas cried

hit the ground, her body alarmingly light in my arms. Her skin had turned a sickly pale, and

alright?" Thomas hovered anxiously,

I ordered, nodding at the umbrella he still held. I shifted Angela in my arms, cradling

own umbrella to hold one over, rain soaking him instantly as he hurried alongside me toward the car. My own back was getting drenched, the rain seeping through my suit jacket,

back seat, her head resting on my lap. Thomas handed me a dry towel from the car's storage compartment, and I gently

hospital," 1 instructed

offered me another towel. "Mr. Shaw, your suit is

towel but continued tending to Angela, meticulously ensining over my own