The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 288: Blood on White Lace

Angela Pov

I stood frozen, staring at Christopher's tall frame blocking me from Lennifer. He wore a black suit that hung slightly loose on his frame, as if he'd lost weight.

I barely recognized him with the unkempt heard covering his once meticulously clean-chaven face. His eyes, though-those hadirt changed.

The same amber eyes that matched my own, a coincidence we'd both remarked on years ago. They held the same intensity as always, now focused entirely on Jennifer.

I never thought he would come. After sending the invitation, I'd convinced myself our paths would never cross again. Yet here he was, standing between me and danger, just as he had so many times before..

Before I could even process what was happening, Sean and my father surrounded me, creating a protective barrier. Aria buried her face against my chest, her little body shaking with sobs.

"She's so ugly and mean!" Aria cried, her fingers clutching at my dress. "Why would she try to hurt you, Mommy?"

Victoria quickly moved to comfort her while Thomas and two security guards restrained Jennifer, wrestling the knife from her hand. The wedding guests formed a circle around us-Emily, Nathan, Evan, Sophie, and others-all creating a human shield.

moved frantically over me and the children, checking for injuries. "Are you hurt? Did she touch you?" His

though my own heart was still racing. I turned to Sophie, forcing a smile. "Your carefully designed wedding dress

time like this? It's just a dress.

initial shock subsided, I looked around for Christopher, spotting him making his way toward the exit. I

"Christopher!"

didn't turn around fully, just twisted his head slightly so I could see his profile. "You look beautiful today," he said softly. His eyes held so many emotions at once-regret, well-wishes, sadness, and

than just the

for a moment before continuing toward the door. I watched his retreating figure, my feelings a complicated knot of gratitude, sadness, and something I couldn't quite

collapsed to the floor. That's when I noticed the trail of

had been slashed open, and he was clutching his chest where dark, sticky blood

a physical blow-Christopher had taken the

shouted, pressing my hands over his to

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Blood on

distraught. Aria's wails grew louder. "What's

remembering how, despite everything, Christopher had never been anything but kind to the children. He'd helped raise them during those first difficult years. Even when he'd

cars.

wedding so she could show him her new dress. I'd told her te was

we were reunited in the worst