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.

I finally admitted, nodding slowly.

up in confusion. "What's

can't come back to see us," Ethan explained to

unshed tears.

I added quickly, seeing Aria's lips begin to tremble. "His soul... the part of him that loved

be around."

me presents from his trip?" Aria asked

my tears. "No, sweetie. But he'd want us

the presents

we put the children to bed, Victoria approached me with a large, flat package wrapped in simple brown

she explained. "From Christopher. With everything that happened... I

now."

away. The scene was from high school-me in my oversized uniform, standing in

about it in years, but seeing it captured on canvas brought everything rushing

together in college, Christopher carrying me home after I'd gotten drunk when Sean started

room.

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His

end at thirty-three. Everything bad

set for a 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 our luggage, preparing for tomorrow's flight. That's