The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 280

Ex-Wife

Chapter 280: A Christmas Proposal

Angela Pov

This Christmas dinner feels different-warmer, fuller, like everyone's trying to make up for the mess of the past few days.

The table's crowded with food, and every dish has a story.

Dad made his usual roast chicken, crispy and golden, the way he's done since I was a kid.

Victoria brought a creamy potato casserole, her specialty. Even Alexander and Sean, who barely step foot in a kitchen, pitched in- Alexander with a lumpy but tasty vegetable stew, and Sean with a pata dish that's a little too salty but no one complains about.

Ethan and Aria helped with dessert, a tray of chocolate cookies they shaped themselves, some lopsided, some perfect, all sprinkled with red and green sugar.

We eat and talk, the kids chattering over each other, the adults laughing at old stories.

My head still aches a little, but being home, surrounded by this, makes it bearable. After the plates are cleared, we move to the living room. The Christmas tree glows in the corner, lights bouncing off the ornaments.

Aria and Ethan dive into their pile of gifts-books, toys, a new sketchpad for Ethan, a doll with a sparkly dress for Aria. They rip through the wrapping paper, squealing with every new thing, and I can't help but smile.

Sean stands by the tree, reaching up to the top where Ethan hung their special gift for me.

"Here it is," he says, handing me a small box wrapped in red paper with a lopsided bow.

1. 1.

and open the lid. Inside are two little clay figures, about the size of my palm. They're rough around the edges, the faces smudged, but I

eyes-Sean.

us, made by tiny hands that see us

I look under the figures and find

dear

wish you happy

Love, Aria and Ethan

drawing-four stick figures on a grassy field, holding

to keep the tears back. I glance at Sean, and he's not even trying to hide it-his eyes are wet, shining under the tree

neck. His breath is warm against my skin, shaky, like he's trying to keep it together. I don't pull away. I just

breaking the silence, with a playful huff. "What about me? Don't I

over to plant a big kiss on Victoria's cheek.

1/3

A Christmas

and Ethan worked really

serious. It

"I want

and

simple, sweet, and for a second, I forget the mess of the past week-the hospital, Christina, the memories that hit me

storm.

got something for you too," he says, his voice quieter now, almost nervous. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out

ribs. He drops to one knee in front of me, right there by the tree, and the room

the box, and inside is a diamond ring. It's not huge, but it catches the light, sparkling against the dark velvet. I lean closer and see it-the inside of the band has my name etched into it, Angela,