The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 170

Chapter 170: The Weight of Her in My Arms Angela POV

The chaos around us faded into a dull roar.

Christina was screaming something at William, who stood paralyzed, his face drained of

color.

Evan was already on the phone, presumably calling for an ambulance. None of it

mattered.

All I could focus on was Angela's face. Even unconscious, even with blood matting her hair, she was beautiful. If things were different, if she wasn't injured, having her lie quietly in my arms like this would have been...

"Mommy!" Aria's terrified wail cut through everything, her small body rushing toward us. Ethan was right behind her, his eyes-my eyes-wide with panic though he was clearly struggling to remain calm.

"She's breathing," I told them, trying to sound reassuring despite the fear clawing at my throat. "But we need to get her to a hospital right away."

"An ambulance will take too long," I decided, already moving toward the elevator. "We're

going now."

I turned briefly, fixing William with a stare so cold it seemed to physically make him

recoil.

I'll never forgive him-no way. But now's just not the time.

The elevator ride down was excruciating. Each second felt like an eternity as Angela remained motionless in my arms.

Ethan and Aria stood pressed against my legs, both silently crying. I wanted to comfort

them, to assure them everything would be alright, but the words stuck in my throat.

You can't leave me, I thought fiercely, gazing down at Angela's pale face. Not when I've

Not when we have so

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Angela across the back seat, her head resting on Ethan's lap. I hated relinquishing her, even

solemn gaze in the rearview mirror. "Ethan, can

can," he responded, his small voice shaking but

Mr. Night is going to

his small hand over his

his voice, the way he stroked Angela's hair away from her face-it pierced my

my son

to die?" Aria's

say stupid things!" Ethan snapped, though I could hear the fear beneath his

up..." Aria's voice dissolved into

insisted, his voice

the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning

said, struggling to keep my voice steady, "Mr. Night... I

of Aria's tear-streaked face in

hates you," she declared, her childish voice thick

should have, coming from a five-year-old in distress. I forced a bitter smile.

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close," I instructed the children as we hurried through the automatic doors. "Help

called out, the word 'wife' slipping out naturally

in my heart, she was still my wife. She would always

Angela to a gurney. I watched helplessly as they wheeled her away,

behind them.

room floor while Ethan and Aria sat huddled together on uncomfortable plastic chairs. Neither child had spoken since Angela was taken away, their small

hurried footsteps drew my attention to the

looking flustered and

gasped, adjusting his glasses. "What happened? How

sudden,"