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.

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 wet and laughing. You'd smile if

wedding ring catching a brief glint of sunlight that had

her mind every month about what she wants to be when 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 school, and I have to admit, the screeching sounds are... challenging. But Sean sits through every practice

behind me at this

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

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

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 she did when she was three. Ethan still builds the

slipped down my

keep moving forward, like rivers finding their way to the sea. Everyone except you. You're frozen in time now, preserved

eyes with

approached then, a bottle of beer in one hand and two small glasses in the other. He sat down beside me on the grass, the leather of his jacket

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healstone, twisting the

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

"Here's to past

of his beer onto the ground beside the grave. The

headed to the same final

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

"We have something 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. "I'm

our fingers intertwining,

After you. Not because we're trying to replace you-no one could.