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.

1

"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

can have a few minutes to say

my hand tightened. "We'll

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

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 hide the unnatural stillness, the complete absence of the intensity that had always seemed to radiate from

peaceful, almost as if he were sleeping. I reached out with trembling fingers to touch his hand. It was already growing

idiot, I whispered, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "Why did you have to play the hero? Why couldn't

serene, all the

lifeless hand. Memories washed over me-Christopher playing with Aria and Ethan, teaching them

1

standing in the distance, watching

pain and confusion between us, he had loved me- loved my children. And in the end, he had given his life for

the words catching in my throat. "Do you hear me,

silence, and the dull, rhythmic beeping of disconnected monitors.

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

him back from wherever he

with his head bowed, his jaw tight with emotion. Despite their complicated history and

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

a gentle hand on my shoulder.

over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead-a final goodbye to