The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 298

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 298: A Goodbye Gift

Christopher POV

The wedding invitation arrived on a Tuesday in January. The heavy cardstock envelope bore the Shaw family crest, because of course it did. Sean Shaw never missed an opportunity for ostentation.

I almost threw it away unopened. Almost. But something made me open it, my hands steady despite the chaos inside me.

Angela Wilson & Sean Shaw request the honor of your presence...

I read the words without really seeing them. The date, the time, the location-all blurred together. What stood out, in elegant script, was a handwritten note along the bottom margin in Angela's familiar handwriting:

I hope you'll be there. It would mean a lot to the children... and to me. - A

I placed the invitation on my desk and walked to the window, staring out at the Mediterranean view without really seeing it. The invitation felt like a death sentence. Final confirmation that those five years had meant nothing-or at least, not enough.

there Hours later, still standing at

he ventured carefully. "Will you

replied without

the room. David

York. Dust covered the easel in the corner, the paints had dried in their tubes, but none

about to lose forever. On fresh canvas, with new paints ordered and delivered within hours, I recreated the moment that had defined

A fifteen-year-old girl with amber eyes and fierce determination standing up to bullies, defending a boy she didn't even

a simple ponytail, a blue school sweater, that fire in her eyes that had never dimmed, not even years later. I painted the scene as precisely as memory allowed, every

be as it was at

altered the

wedding.

reminder of how we began, now that we

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myself I

with myself. "Just to see her in her wedding dress."

my best suit-dark charcoal rather than black, a subtle

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