The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 295: Became Uncle Christopher

Christopher POV

It was winter when I brought Angela to Italy. Angela was four month pregnant then, her belly just beginning to round beneath her

oversized sweaters.

I'd purchased a modest villa in the Italian countryside. Nothing too stentatious-l wanted her comfortable, not overwhelmed.

The locals quickly accepted us as a young couple expecting their first child. Well, children. We learned about the twins during her first ultrasound in Italy.

"Twins," the doctor had said in accented English, pointing the grainy screen. "Due in summer."

Angela's face had paled. I remember reaching for her hand, feeling if tremble in mine. Two babies. Neither of us had expected that.

"We'll manage," I told her on the drive home. "I'll hire help. Whatever you need."

She'd just nødded, staring out the window at the passing countryside her hand resting protectively over her stomach.

The months that followed were a blur of preparations-assembling two of everything, reading every book on twin births I could find, converting an entire wing of the villa into a nursery.

wanted everything perfect for them. Perfect for her.

They arrived in July, during a heatwave that had the whole region sweating and irritable. Angela had been uncomfortable for weeks, her ankles swollen, her patience thin. When her water broke at three in the morning, I nearly crashed the car rushing her to the hospital.

that had displaced her. Ethan followed seven minutes later, quieter but with a gaze that seemed to take in everything. I stood by Angela's side through it all, holding her hand, wiping her brow,

sliding into a new configuration. She was tiny, her face red and

your temper," I whispered to

calmer but no less miraculous. He looked directly at me, his unfocused newborn eyes somehow seeming to see right through

connection that transcended blood, transcended

in that moment, they became mine in

"I'm going to take

to Angela, to myself. A vow more binding than any

blurred into days in an endless cycle of feedings, diaper

ecious moments

staring blankly at the wall for hours while I tended to the twins. Other days

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I'd argued gently. Just three nights a week,

Slowly, the Angels 16 fallen in love with began

fallen asleep.

a routine that wed. My business

steps, first words, first tantrums. I documented everything, filling albums with photos that tracked their growth

teased once, finding me reviewing footage of

the video, my voice could be beard cheering

so did our strange

holidays together, established traditions-Sunday morning pancakes, summer picnics by the lake, bedtime stories that grew

his tiny body in the water while he kicked frantically, determined to master this new skill Angela taught Aria

neighbors simply assumed we were married. "Your husband," they'd say to Angela, or "your wife" to me. Neither of us corrected them. It was easier that way, and part of me

a friend.

thought it might happen. Late nights on the terrace, wine loosening our usual boundaries, when our conversation would drift into more intimate territory. Times when I'd catch her looking at me with something that might have