The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 302

Chapter 302: His Funeral

Angela POV

The London cemetery was shrouded in a fine mist that seemed fitting for the occasion.

I held Ethan's hand tightly as we approached the gathering of black-lad mourners. Aria insisted on being carried by Sean, her small arms wrapped around his neck, her face partially hidden against his houlder.

Christopher's coffin sat at the front, polished mahogany gleaming duly in the weak English sunlight. Beside it stood a large portrait of him - not the intense businessman I'd known in recent years, but younger version with a rare, genuine smile. It made my chest

ache to see it.

We found seats near the back, hoping to remain inconspicuous. I wanted this to be as undisturbing for the children as possible. But we had barely settled when I noticed a commotion near the front. An older man with Christopher's jawline was staring directly at us, his expression darkening from grief to something more volatile.

"That's her," he said loudly, pointing in our direction. "That's the woman who got my son killed."

Heads turned, and I felt myself shrinking under their collective gaze. Ethan pressed closer to my side.

The man - Christopher's father, I realized - broke away from the group and approached us, his steps unsteady with either emotion or alcohol.

"You have no right to be here," he spat, stopping just short of our row. "Christopher would still be alive if not for you and your selfish games."

I stood, instinctively positioning myself between him and the children. "Mr. Blake, I understand your grief-"

"You understand nothing!" he interrupted, his voice rising. "My son wasted his life chasing after you, and this is how you repaid

him?"

A younger woman in designer mourning wear - his wife, I assumed, far too young

- stepped up beside him, placing a restraining hand on

red-rimmed but dry.

voice dripping with rehearsed sorrow. "Especially when their

perfectly timed. I might have believed her grief if I hadn't known the history - how Christopher's father had abandoned his first wife and son for this woman, how they had barely been part of

inside me. My grief and guilt transformed into

"Where were you when he needed

my arms and positioning himself

said firmly to Christopher's father. We're all

accused, jabbing

enough," Sean warned, his tone

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Chapter 302: His Funeral

contain myself. His mother's suicide, your abandonment - you left wounds so deep he never recovered. At least I gave him five years of family, of belonging. What did you ever give him

wife gasped dramatically. "How dare you! We

"Do you know what foods he liked? What

my coat, his face pale with confusion and distress, Immediately regretted allowing my emotions to overflow. This wasn't what I

family now, or I will have security remove you from your own son's funeral. Christopher gave his life to protect Angela

I clutched both

"That's quite enough."

see an imposing man leaning on a cane, his silver hair and amber eyes immediately identifying him

him. Christopher chose his path," the old man said, his gaze sweeping over his son before settling on me. "No one forced his hand. To

to shrink under his father's stern gaze. The young wife quickly composed

eyes so like Christopher's – studying my face

supported his feelings for you. I thought you were a distraction,

name."

his bluntness, but he

in the end, he made his choice." His gaze