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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.

me and the children, checking for injuries. "Are you hurt? Did she

fine," I assured him, though my own heart was still racing. I turned to Sophie,

making jokes at a time like this? It's just a dress. I'll design ten more for you-a hundred, even. I'm

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

"Christopher!"

beautiful today," he said

more than just the compliment. "For

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

I noticed the trail of blood

His black suit jacket had been slashed open, and

hit me like a physical blow-Christopher had

call an ambulance!" I shouted, pressing my

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ground, became even more distraught. Aria's wails grew louder. "What's wron Christopher? she sobbed, trying

kind to the children. He'd helped raise them during those first difficult years.

cars.

night, Aria had asked if "Uncle Christopher would be at the wedding so she could show him her new dress. I'd told her te was too

reunited in