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.

finally admitted, nodding

scrunched up in confusion. "What's 'died'

he can't come back to see us," Ethan explained to his sister, his voice matter-of-fact

unshed tears.

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

be around."

from his trip?" Aria asked

my tears. "No, sweetie. But

all the presents he

put the children to bed, Victoria approached me with a large,

explained. "From Christopher. With everything

now."

our bedroom, I carefully unwrapped the package. Inside was a painting that took my breath away. The scene was from high school-me in my oversized uniform,

but seeing it captured on canvas brought everything rushing back. The way Christopher had watched from behind a bookshelf, the quiet thank you

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 awe in his eyes when he held Aria

room.

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300: His Last

end at thirty-three. Everything bad happened so

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