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.

even paid for my college education," David said. "After graduation, I went straight to work

in memory. "When I first met him, I idolized him. He seemed invincible. But gradually, I realized he wasn't as strong as I imagined. He helped many people, but was also viewed as a thorn in

For five years, Christopher had cared for me, but I'd never considered that he might need care

should go," David said finally, standing. "There's still much

the door, feeling strangely hollow. "David, when you get that

Jearn surfing."

nodded slightly, offering a

evening, Sean, the children, and I gathered around the coffee table to open Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which each had been chosen- reflecting casual comments

Pride and Prejudice, the novel I'd once mentioned wanting to

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age, but perfect for the little boy who had always asked questions about the stars. And for Aria, a music box that played the very lullaby Christopher

delicate music box in her small hands. "I want to send him a thank you card

blinked back tears. "That would be lovely,

I tucked the children into bed, guilt pressed down on me

loneliness beneath his strength. Should have

prepared for bed, I couldn't shake the melancholy that had settled

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.

thing."

want you to do that. I can't bear to see anyone else sacrifice themselves for

didn't answer, just pressed a kiss my forehead and held me closer as tears I could

London. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for the children's sake. I slipped on my coat

ready?" Sean asked, his hand gentle on my

been a blur of arrangements and

I heard small footsteps rushing down the stairs. Ethan appeared,

called out, slightly breathless. "Can I

Victoria, wanting to shield them from the harsh reality