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,

a private room. You can have

grip on my hand tightened. "We'll

face etched with grief

nurse led the three of us down a quiet hallway to a small room at the end. The harsh hospital lighting had been 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

the last. He looked peaceful, almost as if he were sleeping. I reached out

down my cheeks. "Why did you have to play the hero? Why couldn't you

unanswered. Christopher's face remained serene, all the complications

lifeless hand. Memories washed over me-Christopher playing with Aria and Ethan, teaching them to build sandcastles on the beach; Christopher staying up all night when Ethan had a

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in the distance, watching me sadly when

confusion between us, he had loved me-

in my throat. "Do you

Just silence, and the dull, rhythmic beeping

stayed there in silence. I clung to

could somehow pull him back

me, Sean stood with his head bowed, his jaw tight with emotion. Despite their complicated history and rivalry, Sean had respected Christopher-perhaps even considered him a

the door, tears streaming down his face

on my

placing Christopher's hand back on the bed. As I stood to leave, I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss