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

placing a restraining hand on his arm.

red-rimmed but dry.

of woman brings children to a funeral?" she asked, her voice dripping with rehearsed sorrow.

grief if I hadn't known the history - how Christopher's father had abandoned his first wife and son for

My grief and guilt

but intense. "Where were you when he needed parents? When his mother's mental illness went untreated? When he

stood, placing Aria in my arms and positioning himself slightly in

time or place," he said firmly to Christopher's

my son's obsession with you," he accused, jabbing a finger at me. "Used him as

warned, his

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Chapter 302: His Funeral

him, I shot back, unable to contain myself. His mother's suicide, your abandonment - you left wounds so deep he never recovered. At least I gave him five

gasped dramatically. "How dare you! We loved

didn't even know him," I replied, my voice breaking. "Do you know what foods he liked? What

with confusion and distress, Immediately regretted allowing my emotions to overflow. This wasn't

will back away from my family now, or I will have security remove you from your own son's funeral. Christopher gave his life to protect Angela and our children. Your

over the gathering. I clutched both children close wishing

"That's quite enough."

turned to see an imposing man leaning on a cane, his

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

father's stern gaze. The young wife quickly composed herself, her theatrical

eyes so like Christopher's

for you. I thought you

name."

his bluntness,

my grandson. And in the end, he made his choice." His gaze dropped to Aria and Ethan, who stared back