The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 291

Chapter 291: The Heart That Leans Right

Angela POV

"Yes, I lied without hesitation. "I'm his sister." The fabrication came easily-our matching amber eyes making the claim at least somewhat believable.

The doctor nodded, then took a deep breath, his expression grave. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but despite our best efforts, we were unable to save Mr. Blake."

Sean

The words hit me like a physical blow, forcing the air from my lungs. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me. Beside me, went rigid, his face a mask of disbelief. David let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob, turning away briefly to compose

himself.

“But..... how?” I managed to ask. "My husband said the wound was on the right side, away from his heart."

"Normally, that would be correct," the doctor explained gently. "The knife appeared to have struck to the right of the sternum, which would typically miss the heart. However, Mr. Blake had a rare anatomical variation-dextrocardia. His heart was positioned more toward the right side of his chest than is typical."

"Dextrocardia?" Sean repeated, his voice hollow.

"Yes. It's an unusual condition where the heart is positioned more to the right than normal. Many people with this condition live their entire lives without knowing they have it." The doctor's eyes were kind but clinical. "The knife pierced his heart directly. By the time we realized the unusual positioning, the blood loss was too severe. We did everything we could, but the damage was...

extensive,"

I heard the doctor's words, understood their meaning, but somehow couldn't process them. Christopher, dead? It seemed impossible., He had been there at the wedding, standing tall and protective. He had saved my life. And now...

him?" I asked, my

to a private room. You can have a few minutes

there."

on my hand tightened. "We'll

drawing strength from his presence. David joined us, his face etched with grief for the man

had been dimmed here, casting soft shadows across the walls. Christopher lay on the bed, covered to his chest with a white sheet. Someone had cleaned his face, but nothing could hide the unnatural stillness, the complete absence

him.

he were sleeping. I reached out with trembling fingers to touch

my cheeks. "Why did you have to play the hero? Why couldn't you just stay away like

bed, still holding his lifeless hand. Memories washed over me-Christopher playing with Aria and Ethan, teaching them to build sandcastles on the beach; Christopher staying

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The Heart That

distance, watching me sadly when he thought I wouldn't

all the pain and confusion between us, he had loved me—

life for us.

words catching in my throat. "Do you hear me, Christopher? I forgive

he heard. Just silence, and the dull, rhythmic

we stayed there in silence. I clung to Christopher's hand

I could somehow pull him back from wherever

complicated history and rivalry, Sean had respected Christopher-perhaps even considered him a friend once,

the door, tears streaming down his face

on my shoulder. "We should go, Angela,” he said