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."

aisle with my father felt both familiar and entirely new. Aria and Ethan preceded me, my daughter scattering rose petals with enthusiastic flair while my son

was Sean who captured my attention. Standing at the altar, he looked like he'd stepped out of a dream in his tailored tuxedo. When our eyes met,

renewal of vows or a second

whispered when I reached him, his

emotion. We exchanged rings-simple platinum 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 moment of

wife," the minister

Applause erupted around us, but I barely

surprised everyone by sweeping

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euung Dance

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

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

when I finally

years ago, I'd left New York

Shaw Group.

helped me through the collapse of Wilson Investment Bank. My father had once hoped we might become more than colleagues, and Sean's jealousy over our friendship had sparked

champagne flute in

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

I said genuinely.

have survived at Shaw Group,” Emily continued, but then her expression warmed. "Though

through Nathan's, their bodies angled toward

you two are together

her professional demeanor slipping to reveal a girlish happiness. "Going

never meant to just disappear on you. I didn't want to burden anyone with

Whatever you did, you had your reasons." His gaze shifted briefly to

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

announced with exaggerated formality,

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

he murmured against