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?"

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

woman who kidnapped you back then? The one who

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wall for support. My body felt heavy with exhaustion and worry. "Yes. She showed up at our wedding, claiming I had ordered someone

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

forget her? Christopher 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

the scars

the specifics. He just ordered someone to 'teach her

on the floor, my mind racing. It all felt like some twisted script written

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

his hand firm on

was doing when he stepped in front of that knife. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Please don't

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

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he said, his voice old and deadly. "She'll spend the rest of her miserable life

Christopher had only done it because of what Jennifer had done to me. The cycle of violence seemed endless, each action triggering