The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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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.

petal. "David actually opened that surf shop he talked about. It's on the California coast-the 'Blake Wave Rider,' he named it. He

wedding ring catching a

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

softly behind me at this

become his most treasured possession. Some nights, I find him asleep by his window, star

fingertip, feeling each curve and

lower. "I couldn't bear to let strangers live there, in a place filled with so many memories-good ones, despite everything. The children

tear slipped down my cheek, landing

way to the sea. Everyone except you. You're frozen in time now, preserved in our memories exactly as you were. Sometimes it seems unfair, how the living

with the back of my

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

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he said to the healstone, twisting

hockey last week with some guys from the office. Lost embarrassingly badly." He poured beer into the two glasses, offering one to me. "Remember when

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

beer onto the ground beside the grave. The amber liquid darkened the earth, a libation for the dead practiced since

thoughtful. "We're all headed to the same final checkout counter, aren't we? Some just get there before

reflecting flecks of golden sunlight. Christopher got there before us, but he made his journey count. What else can any

my slightly rounded belly, feeling the subtle movements of the life growing within. "I'm pregnant

hand, our

continued, my voice steadier now. "We're calling him Christopher. After you. Not because we're trying to replace you-no one could.

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