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

woman who kidnapped you

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ordered someone to disfigure her face in

drumming anxiously against his thigh-not

was furious when you were kidnapped. He even paid some prison connections to teach that woman a lesson.” He hesitate hen added, "Christopher has his violent tendencies sometimes, but I've never seen him

eyes widened. "So the scars on Jennifer's face... Christopher

head slowly. "I don't know the specifics. He just ordered someone

hit me like a physical blow. I slid down the wall until was sitting on the floor, my mind racing. It all felt like some twisted script written by

my fault," I whispered, my voice

down beside me, his hand

was doing when he stepped in front of that knife. He would do it again in a

face had darkened with rage. He paced the corridor like a caged

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that woman never sees daylight again," he said, his voice old and deadly. "She'll spend the rest

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