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."

down the 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 carefully carried the rings his

like he'd stepped out of a dream in his tailored tuxedo. When our eyes met, the rest of

renewal of vows or a second chance-it was a hard won new

whispered when I reached him,

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

mine, gentle but sure, sealing our promise. Applause erupted around us, but I barely heard it over the

guests, Sean surprised everyone by sweeping Aria into his arms. "Toss the flowers, princess!"

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euung Dance

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

Nathan standing beside her, his expression unreadable. When our eyes

was in full swing when I finally found a moment

years ago, I'd left New York without saying goodbye

Shaw Group.

of Wilson Investment Bank. My father had once

awkwardly, champagne flute in

word, and that's all you have to say?

about that," I said genuinely. "Things were...

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

noticed how her arm was looped through Nathan's, their bodies angled toward each

two are together now?" I

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

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

had once 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 with their grandparents.

had taken his place at the grand piano, his fingers dancing across

to interrupt," Evan announced with exaggerated formality, "but we need to

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

murmured