The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 301

Chapter 301: Things I Never Knew

Angela Pov

David placed his empty teacup on the table and stood up, preparing to leave. "Wait," I called out, stopping him. I realized then that I knew on little about the man who had given his life for me-for us.

David, would you mind telling me more about Christopher?" I asked, stopping him at the door. Your relationship... it seems like you were more than just his assistent."

David hesitated, his hand still on the doorknob. "We've just lost him Are you sure you want to hear this now?"

"It's too late to really know him," I admitted, my voice catching. But I'd still like to learn who he really was."

"To most people, Christopher Blake was strict, cold, sometimes even violent. But to me..." He paused, eyes fixed on some distant point. "To me, he was like an older brother,"

I settled deeper into the couch, suddenly desperate to understand the man who had died protecting me. Even though it was too late to truly know him, I needed to hear more,

"My father was a drunk and a gambler, David continued. "Despite my mother being married to him, he wouldn't leave us alone. In my memories, we were always moving, trying to escape my father and his debt collectors."

He set down his cup, the clink against the saucer unnaturally loud in the quiet

room.

"One time, a group of thugs found our home, forcing my mother to pay his debts. Even though I explained we had nothing to do with that alcoholic gambling addict anymore, they wouldn't leave us alone." David's voice grew distant, lost in the past. "Christopher happened to be passing by and helped drive them away."

"How did you even meet?" I asked, trying to picture the scene-a young David in trouble, Christopher stepping in.

I lived in the slums. Our lives should never have intersected, but that day, Christopher's mother-during one of her episodes-had wandered off. He was following leads to find her in my neighborhood. That's how we met."

I remembered what I knew about Christopher's mother-her mental illness, her eventual suicide. Those wounds must have run deep.

education," David said. "After graduation, I went straight

He seemed invincible. But gradually, I realized he wasn't as

for me, but I'd never considered that he might need care too. I'd accepted his strength without questioning what

said finally, standing. "There's still much to arrange before

you get that surf shop up and running, I'll bring the

Jearn surfing."

offering a

to open Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which each had been chosen-

and Prejudice, the novel I'd once

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always asked questions about the stars. And

present Uncle Christopher sent from heaven?" Aria asked, Corning the delicate music box in her small hands. "I want to send him a thank you

tears. "That would be

children into bed, guilt pressed down

have recognized the loneliness beneath his strength. Should have offered him more than

and I prepared for bed, I couldn't shake the

Sean said quietly, pulling me against his chest. "During those five years, he was probably happy. Because when you love someone, doing things for them brings joy. Just like now with you-being needed by you, being depended on by you, it makes me happy." He paused, his arms tightening around me. "If our positions were reversed, I would have done the

thing."

"I don't want you to do that. I can't bear to

just pressed a kiss my forehead and held me closer as

for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for

asked, his

of arrangements and explanations, of tears quickly wiped away

were halfway to the door when I heard small footsteps rushing down the stairs. Ethan appeared, still

breathless. "Can I come with you?

to shield them from the harsh reality of