The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 285

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 285: Wedding Dance

Angela POV

The morning light filtered through the windows of the bridal suite, casting a golden glow over the chaos of preparations.

Makeup artists, hairstylists, and assistants buzzed around me like industrious bees. In the center of it all, Sophie stood fussing with my veil, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hold still," she commanded, sliding another pin into place. "One wrong move and this whole thing could collapse."

I tried not to laugh. “You're more nervous than I am, and I'm the bride. When it's your turn with Charles, you'll probably pass out before you reach the altar."

Sophie shot me a look. "I've told you a thousand times-I'm just giving Charles a chance. Marriage is nowhere on my radar. Despite her protest, her cheeks flushed pink. She adjusted my train for the fifth time, then stepped back to assess her work. "Perfect. You look absolutely beautiful.”

My wedding dress was a dream-an elegant off-shoulder design with delicate lace detailing. I turned slowly before the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. After everything we'd been through-the heartbreak, the separation, raising the twins alone, reconciliation-this moment felt surreal.

"It's almost time," Victoria announced, sweeping into the room. Her eyes welled with tears when she saw me. "Oh, Angela. Sean will be speechless."

Moments later, Aria bounded in wearing her flower girl dress, followed by Ethan in his little tuxedo. My heart swelled at the sight of

them.

"Mommy looks like a princess!" Aria exclaimed, twirling around me. "Can I have my flowers now? Please?"

Ethan stood quietly, his green eyes-so like his father's-assessing me solemnly. "You look nice, Mom," he said simply, but the smile that accompanied his words conveyed more than his reserved nature allowed him to express.

My father appeared at the doorway, his eyes suspiciously bright. "It's time, Angel."

and entirely new. Aria and Ethan preceded me, my daughter scattering rose petals with enthusiastic flair while my son carefully carried the rings his face a mask of

out of a dream in his tailored tuxedo. When our eyes met, the rest of

of vows or a second chance-it was a hard

when I reached

with our initials and the date. When Sean slipped mine

wife," the minister

erupted around us, but I barely heard it over the thunder of my own

to face our guests, Sean surprised everyone by sweeping Aria

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euung Dance

given her. It soared through the air in a

I spotted Nathan standing beside her, his expression unreadable. When our eyes met, I offered a hesitant smile, and

swing when I finally found a moment to approach Emily and

years ago, I'd left New York

Shaw Group.

explanations, the questions,-especially from Nathan, the brilliant young analyst who'd helped me through the collapse of Wilson Investment Bank. My father had once hoped we might become

champagne flute in hand, "it's been a

her smile softened her words. "Five years without a word, and that's all you have to say?

sorry about that," I said genuinely. "Things

have survived at Shaw Group,” Emily continued, but

looped through Nathan's, their bodies angled toward each other in

you two are together now?" I

reveal a girlish happiness. "Going on

to Nathan, guilt washing over me. "I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. I never meant to just disappear on

intimidated the entire financial department, softened slightly. "You don't need to apologize, Angela. Whatever you did, you had your reasons." His gaze shifted briefly to Aria and Ethan, who were dancing

upbeat music filled the ballroom. Sean had taken his place at the grand piano, his fingers dancing across the keys with unexpected

announced with exaggerated formality, "but we need to

where Sean abandoned the piano to join me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close as we moved to

he murmured against my