The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 271

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 271: Perhaps Forgetting Is a Gift-1

Angela POV

The moment my father's arms wrapped around me, something insideme shifted. He held me so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn't want him to let go.

"Angel,” he whispered against my furit, his voice breaking with emotion. "My little Angel

felt my throat constrict, unable to form words as tears welled in my eyes. Though my memory remained fractured, my body ensembered this embrace-the safety, the unconditional love of a father who had raised me alone,

Sean gently placed his hand on my shoulder, his touch a tender reminder of his presence. When I finally pulled back from my father's embrace, I caught a glimpse of Sean's expression-affectionate but tinged with something possessive.

"We should get going, Sean said softly. "The children are tired from the flight."

My father immediately stepped between us, placing his arm protectly around my shoulders. "Angel rides with me," he declared, not quite a request. "I want to catch up with my daughter. You can take the other car with the children."

Sean's jaw tightened slightly, but he nodded with practiced civility. "Of course. We'll

il see you at

the villa."

By the time we arrived at his sprawling Mediterranean villa, twilight had settled over the cypress trees, casting long shadows across the terracotta tiles.

The front door swung open as we approached, revealing a woman with olive skin and a cascade of dark curls. She stepped forward with arms outstretched, her smile radiant.

"Angela! Finalmente!" Her accent was distinctly Italian as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. "I am Giulia, your father's wife. He

talks of you constantly!"

Despite not remembering her, I felt immediately at ease. "Thank you for

welcoming us, Giulia. It's wonderful to meet you...again."

Giulia laughed, understanding in her eyes. "Come, come inside. I prepare dinner- all your favorites from when you visit before."

Victoria entered the kitchen moments later, her elegant presence contrasting with Giulia's more exuberant demeanor. Yet they quickly found common ground, Victoria admitingly examining Giul handmade pasta,

must teach me this technique, Victoria said, watching Giulia's expert hands shape the dough. "I've never mastered proper Italian pasta.

Through the window, I glimpsed Sean and Alexander in the garden, och holding a child's hand as Aria and Ethan explored the grounds. The afternoon sun glinted off Ethan's dark hair-so like his father's-while Aria skipped alongside her grandfather. chattering animatedly.

t sure what

my father and Giulia, retrieving the carefully

with reverent hands. "It's perfect, Angel. You always knew

overflowed with traditional Italian dishes. My father continuously added

pass me

When Sean attempted to pass

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liked eggplant, the stated firmly, moving the plate away. Too bitter for her

grimace, quickly masked behind a polite smile. The subtle tension between the two men who loved me most created an

my father said after dinner, leading me toward his study. "There's something I

old paper

that seemed to follow my father everywhere. He

handling

years," he said, his voice soft

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Perhaps Forgetting Is a

him on the leather sofa as he opened the album: The first photo showed

I asked, genuinely

nodded, his smile proud and

knees. Like a little bery sometimes," he chuckled. "Then university came, and suddenly my tonbury disappeared. You grow your hair long,

"Sean?" I asked.

version of you- the tomboy, the elegant boninesswoman-you

noticed

The question about her hovered on my

wrapped my arms around him, burying my face against his shoulder. "Thank you for raising me by yourself," I whispered the gratitude welling up from somewhere deep within me. "It

wish I had protected you better," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "When the bank collapsed... you had to endure so much on your

The bank?"

family bank. His face clouded. The crisis destroyed everything. You worked so hard to rebuild something from the ashes." He cupped my face in his hands. "You were always carefree before, Angel. Now I see a seriousness in

other, my tears soaking his shirt as years of unremembered pain and

that night, in the modest but warmly decorated guest room of my father's small Tuscan home, Sean sat on the edge

barely looked at me since we arrived,"

toward him,

at true."

he insisted.

forgot one else. And he

snt approve of me.

laugh. Is that jealousy I hear, Sean