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.

Ethan followed seven minutes later, quieter but with a gaze that seemed to take in

red and scrunched in protest, her fists balled tightly as if ready to fight. I touched her cheek with one finger, marveling at the softness

to Angela, who managed

directly at me, his unfocused newborn

transcended blood, transcended sense.

that moment, they became mine in every way that

going to take care of

promise-to them, to Angela, to myself. A vow more

year was the hardest. Nights blurred into days in an endless cycle of feedings,

ecious moments

at the wall for hours while I tended to the twins. Other days she was manic with energy,

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a night nurse to help,

eyes, hair downed the ban. 1 tend to be

exhausted. I'd argued gently. Just three nights a

with began to resurface- laughing again, singing to the twins, ning me for evering

fallen asleep.

a routine that wed. My

words, first tantrums. I documented everything, filling albums with photos that

reviewing footage of

the video, my voice could be beard cheering Ethan on, ridiculous

grew, so did our strange

summer picnics by the lake, bedtime stories that grew

while he kicked frantically, determined to master this new skill Angela taught Aria to dance, twirling her around the living room

to me. Neither of us corrected them. It was easier that way, and part of me liked the pretense, the glimpse into what could be if Angela ever saw me

a friend.

conversation would drift into more intimate territory. Times when I'd catch her looking at me