The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 300

Chapter 300: His Last Wish

Angela POV

The house was quiet when Sean and I returned home. Victoria met at the door, her expression concerned but composed. She'd been watching the children while we dealt with everything at the hospital.

"They're in the living room," she whispered. "They've been asking about Christopher all day."

My heart sank. How do you explain death to children who've already experienced too much loss in their young lives? When we stepped into the living room, Aria ran to us immediately, her small arms wrapping around my waist.

"Mommy! Is Uncle Christopher better now?" Her innocent eyes looked up at me, full of hope.

I knelt down to her level, struggling to find the right words. Sean crouched beside me, his hand steady on my shoulder.

"Christopher... I began, but my voice caught.

Sean stepped in. "He's gone on a trip, sweetheart. Somewhere very far away."

Ethan stood a few feet back, watching us with those observant eyes that always seemed to see too much.

"He died, didn't he?" Ethan asked quietly.

The directness of his question stunned us both. Sean and I exchanged glances, wondering how our five-year-old son understood what we were trying to shield him from.

Ethan," I finally admitted,

scrunched up in confusion. "What's

to see us," Ethan explained to his sister, his

unshed tears.

lips begin to tremble. "His soul... the part of him

be around."

from his trip?" Aria asked

help but smile through my tears. "No, sweetie. But

presents he already

put the children to bed, Victoria approached me

wedding," she explained.

now."

away. The scene was from high school-me in my oversized uniform, standing in the library. I looked so young, so

but seeing it captured on canvas brought everything rushing

I'd taken for granted suddenly became precious-Christopher and Sean playing hockey together in college, Christopher carrying me home after I'd gotten drunk when Sean started dating Christina, the

room.

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300: His Last

imagined his life would end at thirty-three. Everything

week later, to be held in London. It was Christopher's mother's hometown, and he would be buried next to his mother's grave. The day before the funeral, Sean and I were packing