The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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.

I continued, smoothing a wrinkle from the edge 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 his first student, both soaking

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

Last month it was a pilot, and before that, a veterinarian. She practices her violin every day after school, and I have to

chuckled softly behind me at

though. He's steady, like the stars he loves to watch. That telescope you gave him has become his most treasured possession. Some nights, I find him

fingertip, feeling each curve and

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 she did when she was three.

slipped down my cheek, landing

You're frozen in time now, preserved in our memories exactly as you were.

my eyes with the

bottle of beer in one hand and two small glasses in the other. He sat down beside me

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the healstone, twisting the

Lost embarrassingly badly." He poured beer into the two glasses, offering one to me. "Remember when we used to play together back in college? We were unstoppable then. You

raised his glass in toast. "Here's to past glory days

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

to the same final checkout counter,

his green eyes reflecting flecks of golden sunlight. Christopher got there before us, but he made his journey

important to tell you," I said, my hand moving to rest on my slightly rounded belly, feeling the subtle movements of the life growing within.

reached for my hand, our

calling him Christopher. After you. Not because we're trying to replace you-no one