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."

seemed determined to speak, as if compelled by some urgent need. His hand found mine, his fingers

another chance." He paused, grimacing in pain. I couldn't see you before because I didn't know how to face

darkened beside me, his jaw tightening. "You bastard," he growled. "I'm not accepting your apology. Since you know you were wrong, you need to get better. You need to make amends for what you did."

down my face, hot against my skin. "And when you're better," I added, "I want a formal apology to me and the

to laugh. "I don't think I'll recover from this one," he said quietly. "I heard you got your memory back... that's good. I have no regrets left. If you can't forgive me, I

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

coughed violently, more blood spilling from his mouth. His grip on my wrist weakened, and his eyes-those eyes that had watched over my

surged through me.

fingers pressed.against Christopher's neck, checking for a pulse. "He's still alive,"

condition with practiced efficiency. Moments later, they were loading him onto a stretcher, attaching