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."

my father felt both familiar 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

attention. Standing at the altar, he looked like he'd stepped out of a dream in his

of vows or a

whispered when I reached him, his voice

initials and the date. When Sean slipped mine onto my

the minister declared. "You may kiss the

sure, sealing our promise. Applause erupted around us, but I barely heard

to face our guests, Sean surprised everyone by sweeping Aria into his arms. "Toss

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euung Dance

her. It soared through the air

our eyes met, I offered a hesitant smile, and after a moment,

when I finally found

I'd left New York without saying goodbye to

Shaw Group.

the brilliant young analyst who'd helped me through the collapse of Wilson Investment Bank. My father had once hoped we might become more

champagne flute in hand, "it's

word, and that's all you have to say? You disappeared and dumped a mountain of work on

I said

helped me, I probably wouldn't have survived at Shaw Group,” Emily continued, but then her expression warmed. "Though I

bodies angled toward each other in

two are together now?"

reveal a girlish happiness.

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

you did, you had your reasons." His gaze shifted briefly to Aria and Ethan, who were dancing with their grandparents. "I understand

taken his place at the grand piano, his fingers

formality, "but we need to

the dance floor, where Sean abandoned the piano to join me. He wrapped his arms

he murmured