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."

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

grimacing in pain. I couldn't see you before because I didn't know how to face you. I never should have forced you to stay with me. I failed

to get better. You need to make amends for what you did." His voice grew louder, more intense. "You stabbed me twice, for God's sake. You need to

I added, "I want a formal apology

he said quietly. "I heard you got your

could hear the strain beneath his mockery. "Your men stabbed me twice and I survived. You get stabbed once by a crazy woman and you're

His grip on my wrist weakened, and his eyes-those eyes that had watched over my

through

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

paramedics burst through the doors, equipment in hand. They moved swiftly, assessing Christopher's condition with practiced efficiency. Moments later, they were loading him onto a stretcher,