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.

children, checking for injuries. "Are you hurt? Did she touch you?" His voice

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.

subsided, I looked around for Christopher, spotting him making his way toward the exit. I gently detached myself from everyone and called

"Christopher!"

I could see his profile. "You look beautiful today," he said softly. His eyes

than just the compliment. "For what you did just

toward the door. I watched his retreating figure, my feelings a complicated knot of gratitude, sadness, and something

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

to his side, kneeling beside him. His black suit jacket had been slashed

a physical blow-Christopher had taken the knife meant

call an ambulance!" I shouted, pressing my hands over his

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Christopher on the ground, became even more distraught. Aria's wails grew louder. "What's wron

but kind to the children. He'd helped raise them during those first difficult years. Even when he'd kept

cars.

Christopher would be at the wedding so she could show

reunited in the worst possible