The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 310

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 304

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 304: Named After You

Angela POV

The London cemetery was veiled in a gentle mist when we arrived, the pale blue sky occasionally peeking through clouds that drifted like lost thoughts.

I carried a bouquet of white lilies-Christopher's favorite, as I'd learned from David

at the funeral last year. Their fragrance filled the air around us, sweet and melancholy all at once.

The gravel crunched beneath our feet as we wound our way through ows of headstones, some ancient and weathered, others like Christopher's-still new, the wound of loss fresh in the earth.

When we reached his grave, I paused, taking in the sight of the polished black granite that gleamed even in the subdued light, his name and dates etched in gold. Someone-his grandfather, perhaps had left fresh roses recently, their crimson petals stark against the stone's darkness.

I knelt down, my knees pressing into the damp grass, and placed my bouquet beside the existing nearby headstone, tilting its head as if curious about our presence in this quiet place.

"Hello, Christopher," I said softly, my voice carrying in the stillness.

rangement. A robin landed on a

Sean stood a few paces behind me, head bowed, giving me the space to speak the words that had gathered in my heart during our journey here. The robin chirped once, then flew away.

of a lily petal. "David actually opened that surf shop he talked about. It's on the California coast-the 'Blake Wave Rider,' he named it. He sent us a picture of himself with

my wedding ring catching a brief glint of sunlight that had broken

she grows up. Now she wants to be a violinist. Last month it was a pilot, and before that, a veterinarian. She practices her violin every day after

behind me at this

That telescope you gave him has become his most treasured possession. Some nights, I find him asleep by his window, star charts

curve and line, as if somehow I could reach through the

villa in Italy," I said, my voice dropping lower. "I couldn't bear to let strangers live there, in a place filled with so many memories-good ones, despite everything. The children spend summers there now. Aria jumps into the pool just like

slipped down my cheek, landing on

their way to the sea. Everyone except you. You're frozen in time now,

with the

hand and two small glasses in the other. He sat down beside me on the grass,

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the healstone, twisting the cap

badly." He poured beer into the two glasses, offering one to me. "Remember when we used to play together back in

in toast. "Here's to past glory days and the

Sean poured a little of his beer onto the ground beside the grave. The amber liquid darkened the earth, a libation

headed to the same final checkout counter,

eyes reflecting flecks of golden sunlight. Christopher got there before

my slightly rounded belly,

reached for my hand, our

voice steadier now. "We're calling him Christopher. After you. Not because we're trying to replace

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