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...

I see him?" I asked, my voice barely

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

grip on my hand tightened.

joined us, his face etched with grief for the man he had served

dimmed here, casting soft shadows across the walls. Christopher lay on the bed, covered to his chest with a white sheet. Someone had cleaned his face, but nothing could hide the unnatural stillness, the complete absence

almost as if he were sleeping. I reached

I whispered, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "Why did you have to play

questions hung in the air, unanswered. Christopher's face remained serene, all the complications and

hand. Memories washed over me-Christopher playing with Aria and Ethan, teaching them to build sandcastles on the beach;

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standing in the distance, watching me sadly when he thought I wouldn't

us, he had loved me- loved my children.

forgive you," I said softly, the words catching in my throat. "Do you

no response, no sign that he heard. Just silence, and the dull, rhythmic beeping of disconnected monitors.

don't know how long we stayed there in silence. I clung to Christopher's hand

pull him back from wherever

with emotion. Despite their complicated history and rivalry,

door, tears streaming down his face for the man he had served faithfully for

placed a gentle hand on my

and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead-a final