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 Ethan preceded me, my daughter scattering rose petals with enthusiastic flair while my

stepped out of a dream

vows or a

beautiful," he whispered when I

bands engraved with our initials and the date. When Sean slipped mine onto my finger, his hands trembled slightly. I steadied them with my own, our eyes locked in a private

you husband and wife," the minister declared. "You may kiss the

around us, but I barely heard it over

we turned to face our guests, Sean surprised everyone by sweeping Aria into his arms.

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squeal, she hurled the small bouquet given her. It soared through the air in a graceful arc before

across the room, I spotted Nathan standing beside her, his expression unreadable. When our

was in full swing when I finally found a moment to

ago, I'd left New York without saying

Shaw Group.

Bank. My father had once hoped we might become

awkwardly, champagne flute in

"Five years without a word, and that's all you have to say? You disappeared and dumped a mountain of

I said genuinely. "Things

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

their bodies angled toward each other in the familiar posture of

you two are

to reveal a girlish happiness. "Going on

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

don't need to apologize, Angela. Whatever you did, you had your reasons." His gaze shifted briefly to Aria and Ethan, who were dancing with their grandparents.

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

formality, "but we need to borrow

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

murmured