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?"

the name bitter on my tongue. The one who kidnapped me five

who kidnapped you back then?

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"Yes. She showed up at our wedding, claiming I had ordered someone to disfigure her face in prison." I looked at

David began pacing back and forth, checking his watch every few minutes, his fingers drumming anxiously against his thigh-not the controlled behavior of an employee concerned

even paid some prison

eyes widened. "So the scars on

just ordered someone to 'teach her a lesson.'

until was sitting on the floor, my mind racing. It all felt like some twisted script written by fate. If Christopher hadn't arranged Jennifer's

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

his hand firm on my

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

darkened with rage. He paced the corridor like a caged animal, his hands clenching and unclenching at his

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sure that woman never 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

of what Jennifer had done to me. The cycle of violence seemed endless, each action triggering another, leading us to this moment-Christopher fighting