The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Angela POV

I watched in horror as Christopher's eyes slowly closed. My heart pounded against my ribs, fear washing over me in cold waves. This couldn't be happening. Not here, not today.

"Christopher!" I called his name, my voice breaking. “Christopher, stay with me!"

His eyelids fluttered, then opened again, though barely. Those amber eyes-so similar to my own-struggled to focus on my face. His lips, stained with blood, curved into the faintest smile.

"I'm sorry, Angela," he whispered, each word costing him visible effort. "I messed up again."

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he spoke, running down his chin and neck. The sight of it made my stomach clench.

"Don't talk," I urged, pressing harder on his wound. "Save your strength. The ambulance will be here any minute."

urgent need. His hand found mine, his fingers surprisingly strong as they closed around

He paused, grimacing in pain. I couldn't see you before because I didn't know how to face you. I never should have forced you

know you were wrong, you need to get better. You need to make amends for what you did." His voice grew louder, more

"And when you're better," I added, "I want a formal apology to me and the children. Until then, I

"I don't think I'll recover from this one," he said quietly. "I heard you got your

his mockery. "Your men stabbed me twice and

to respond, but instead coughed violently, more blood spilling from his mouth. His grip on my

surged through

for a pulse. "He's still alive," he said, but the tension in his voice betrayed

then, paramedics burst through the doors, equipment in hand. They moved swiftly, assessing Christopher's condition with practiced efficiency. Moments later,