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

Giulia, retrieving the carefully wrapped gifts from

hands. "It's perfect, Angel. You

with traditional Italian dishes. My father

pass me

loved this as a child," he reminisced, spooning another helping onto my plate. When Sean attempted to pass plate of grilled vegetables, my father intercepted it with

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firmly, moving the plate away. Too bitter for

the two men

after dinner, leading me toward his study. "There's something

smelled of old paper and

trace of espresso that seemed to

handling it with

these years," he said, his voice soft with

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271: Perhaps Forgetting

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I

nodded, his smile

running races, always scraping your knees. Like a little bery sometimes," he chuckled. "Then university came, and suddenly my tonbury

"Sean?" I asked.

whatever version of you- the tomboy, the elegant boninesswoman-you were ahenys

noticed the absence

had abandoned us when I was very young. The question about her hovered on my lips, but seeing my father's tender expression as he reminisced, I couldn't bring

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 couldn't have been

arms tightened around me. "I wish I had protected you better," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "When

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face in

soaking his shirt as years of unremembered pain and love

night, in the modest but warmly decorated guest room of my father's small Tuscan home,

looked at me since we

him,

at true."

he insisted. "The

you forgot one

snt approve of me.

but laugh. Is that jealousy I