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.

are moving forward," 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,

ring catching a brief glint of sunlight that had broken through

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...

softly behind

like the stars he loves to watch. That telescope you gave him has become his most treasured possession. Some nights, I find him asleep by

fingertip, feeling each curve and line, as if somehow

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

my cheek, landing

way to the sea. Everyone except you. You're frozen in time now, preserved in our memories exactly as you were.

my eyes with the

hand and two small glasses in the other. He

1/3

Named

said to the healstone, twisting the

one to me. "Remember when we used to play together back

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

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

voice thoughtful. "We're all headed to the same final checkout

got there before us, but he made his journey count. What else can any of us

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

reached for my hand, our fingers intertwining, wedding

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