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 everything. I stood by Angela's side through it all, holding her hand, wiping her brow, feeling utterly

into a new configuration. She was tiny, her face red and scrunched in protest, her fists balled tightly

temper," I whispered to Angela, who

at me, his unfocused newborn eyes somehow seeming to

transcended

they became mine in every

said softly. "I'm going to take

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

Nights blurred into days in an

ecious moments

I tended to the twins. Other days she was manic with energy, reorganizing the nursery

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hired a night nurse to help, fut Angels

under her eyes, hair downed the ban.

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

of difference. Slowly, the Angels 16 fallen in love with

fallen asleep.

that wed. My

I documented everything, filling albums with photos that tracked their growth day

teased once, finding me reviewing footage of Ethan's first successful attempt to stack

my eyes off the screen. In the video, my voice could be beard cheering Ethan on, ridiculous with enthusiasm over something so small. But that was the thing about children-they made

the twins grew, so did

morning pancakes, summer picnics by

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

was easier that way, and part of me liked the pretense, the glimpse into what could be if

a friend.

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 been affection, might have been