The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Angela POV

"Yes," I lied without hesitation. "I'm' his sister." The fabrication came easily-our matching amber eyes making the claim at least

somewhat believable.

The doctor nodded, then took a deep breath, his expression grave. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but despite our best efforts, we were unable to save Mr. Blake."

The words hit me like a physical blow, forcing the air from my lungs. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me. Beside me, Sean went rigid, his face a mask of disbelief. David let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob, turning away briefly to compose himself.

“But..... how?” I managed to ask. "My husband said the wound was on the right side, away from his heart."

"Normally, that would be correct," the doctor explained gently. "The knife appeared to have struck to the right of the sternum, which would typically miss the heart. However, Mr. Blake had a rare anatomical variation-dextrocardia. His heart was positioned more toward the right side of his chest than is typical."

"Dextrocardia?" Sean repeated, his voice hollow.

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"Yes, It's an unusual condition where the heart is positioned more to the right than normal. Many people with this condition live their entire lives without knowing they have it." The doctor's eyes were kind but clinical. "The knife pierced his heart directly. By the time we realized the unusual positioning, the blood loss was too severe. We did everything we could, but the damage was... extensive."

I heard the doctor's words, understood their meaning, but somehow couldn't process them. Christopher, dead? It seemed impossible. He had been there at the wedding, standing tall and protective. He had saved my life. And now...

him?" I asked, my voice barely

nodded. "We've moved him to a private room. You can have a few minutes to say goodbye. I'll have a

on my hand tightened. "We'll come

nodded gratefully, drawing strength from his presence. David joined us, his face etched with grief for the

hospital lighting had been dimmed here, casting soft shadows across the walls. Christopher lay on the bed, covered to his chest

as if he were sleeping. I reached out with trembling

tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "Why did you have to play the hero? Why couldn't you just stay away like

in the air, unanswered. Christopher's face remained serene, all the

Ethan, teaching them to build sandcastles on the beach; Christopher staying up all night when Ethan

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watching me sadly when he thought

loved me- loved my children. And in the end, he had given his

you," I said softly, the words catching in

that he heard. Just silence, and the dull, rhythmic beeping of

long we stayed there in silence. I clung to Christopher's hand

him back from wherever he had

history and rivalry, Sean

his face for the man he had

gentle hand on my shoulder. "We should go,

and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead-a