The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Angela POV

I paced the sterile hospital corridor, my borrowed clothes hanging loosely on my frame.

The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the linoleum floor, making everything look washed out and unreal.

Sean sat on a plastic chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his wedding suit rumpled and stained with Christopher's blood.

The emergency room doors remained firmly shut. No matter how many times I approached the nurses' station, the answer was always the same: "The doctors are still working. We'll update you as soon as we can."

When David finally arrived, his face was pale with worry. His normally impeccable appearance was disheveled-tie askew, hair uncombed, as if he'd dropped everything and rushed over. His eyes widened when he saw us.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice strained.

Sean stood up, running a hand through his hair. "There was an incident at our wedding. A woman crashed the reception and attacked Angela with a knife. Christopher... he got between them."

"A woman?" David frowned. "Who?"

tongue. The one who kidnapped me five

across David's face. "The woman who kidnapped you back then?

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leaning against the wall for support. My body felt heavy with exhaustion and worry. "Yes. She showed up at our wedding, claiming I had ordered someone to disfigure her face in prison." I looked at David directly. "She was targeting me. Christopher stepped in and took the knife that

anxiously against his thigh-not the controlled behavior of an employee

Christopher was furious when you were kidnapped. He even paid some prison connections

widened. "So the scars on Jennifer's

his head slowly. "I don't know the specifics. He just ordered someone to 'teach her a lesson.'

racing. It all felt like some twisted script written by fate. If Christopher hadn't arranged Jennifer's punishment, would she have shown up at our wedding seeking revenge?

I whispered, my voice breaking. "If I hadn't invited him to

down beside me, his hand firm on my

said fiercely. "Christopher made his choice. He knew exactly what he was doing when he stepped in front of that knife. He would do

corridor like a caged animal, his hands

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sees daylight again," he said, his voice old and deadly. "She'll spend the rest of her miserable life behind bars. I'll hire every lawyer in New York if I have

cycle of violence seemed endless, each action triggering another, leading us to this moment-Christopher fighting for his