With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 312
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"You should divorce him," I told my mother when she regained consciousness, not for the first time.
Her face contorted with anger. "Why? So you can side with that whore too? I won't give him to any other woman. He's mine."
The psychiatrist recommended a change of environment—a mental health facility in London, away from the toxic reminders of her failing marriage. I agreed to accompany her, to help manage my grandfather's company there while she recovered.
I called Angela before I left, wanting to explain my sudden departure maybe even confess my feelings despite the terrible timing. But all I managed was awkward small talk. She asked about my mother, expressed sympathy, wished me luck in London.
After hanging up, the truth hit me with brutal clarity. Angela had only ever been warm to me because I was Sean's friend. Without that connection, we had nothing to say to each other.
In London, I drowned in work and my mother's increasingly unstable behavior. Her moods swung between despair and rage, and I was her favorite target. It wasn't new-she'd been lashing out at me since I was a child, especially after fights with my father. Every slap, every cutting word from her just drove me deeper into my work giving me an excuse to spend less time at the facility.
Two years after our move to London, my mother jumped from the roof of the facility. This time, there was no saving her.
At her funeral, my father actually showed up, looking uncomfortable in his dark suit. I caught him checking his watch during the service.
"Seems like she finally found an effective method," I said to him afterward, my voice hollow.
I don't remember deciding to hit him. I just remember the shock on his face as he sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from his lip. That was the last time I saw him. The last time I called him "father," even in my thoughts.
What I didn't know as I dealt with funeral arrangements and estate matters was that Angela's family had gone bankrupt. The Wilson Investment Bank had collapsed. By the time I heard the news and tried to call her, to offer any help I could, I was told that Angela and Sean were engaged.
I should have felt happy for her. She'd finally gotten what she wanted-Sean had seen her at last. But all I felt was a crushing sense of loss, as if a door had permanently closed.
I threw myself into expanding Blake Enterprises, building it into something my grandfather would have been proud of. I dated occasionally, but the relationships never lasted. They all noticed eventually that I was comparing them to someone else.
Years passed. I told myself I was over her. Then I heard rumors about Sean and Angela's marriage-whispers of unhiness, of Sean's wandering eye. When an opportunity arose to expand the company to New York, I seized it without hesitati
Seeing them again confirmed the rumors. The tension between them was palpable. Sean's attention clearly focused on Christina whenever she was in the room. Angela's eyes held a weariness I recognized from my mother's-the look of a woman trying desperately to hold onto something already lost.
When I learned they were divorcing-that Sean had indeed chosen Christina over her-I felt a complicated mix of anger and hope. Anger at Sean for hurting her, for being foolish enough to throw away something I would have cherished. Hope because maybe, just maybe, I would finally have my chance.
This time would be different. This time, I wouldn't hesitate. This time, I wouldn't miss my opportunity.
This time, I would make Angela Wilson see me.
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Christopher POV
was winter when I brought Angela to Italy. Angela was four months
Italian countryside. Nothing too ostentatious-l wanted her
a young couple expecting their first child. Well, children. We learned about the
said in accented English, pointing to the grainy
had paled. I remember reaching for her hand, feeling it tremble in mine. Two babies. Neither of
on the drive home. "I'll
the passing
on twin births I
wanted everything perfect for them.
that had the whole region sweating and irritable. Angela had been uncomfortable for weeks, her ankles swollen, her
came first, screaming her displeasure at the world that had displaced her. Ethan followed seven minutes later, quieter but with a gaze that seemed to take in everything. I stood by Angela's side through it all, holding her hand, wiping her
She was tiny, her face red and scrunched
calmer but no less
children weren't mine biologically, but in tha became mine
softly. 'I'm going to take care of
A vow more binding than any marriage certificate could
an endless cycle of feedings, diaper changes, and brief, precious moments of
blankly at the wall for hours while I tended to the twins. Other days she was manic with energy, reorganizing the nursery at midnight or cooking elaborate meals no one
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to help, but
under her eyes, hair washed for days. "I need to be the
argued gently. "Just three nights a week. For our
Slowly, the Angela I'd fallen in love with began to resurface- laughing again, singing to
twins turned one, we'd established a routine that worked. My business required occasional travel, but
was there for their first steps, first words, first tantrums. I documented everything, filling albums with photos that tracked their growth day
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me reviewing footage of Ethan's first successful attempt
I'd replied,
could be heard cheering Ethan on, ridiculous with enthusiasm over something so small. But that was the thing about
the twins grew, so did our strange little family
holidays together, established traditions-Sunday morning pancakes, summer picnics by the lake,
determined to master this new skill. Angela taught Aria to dance, twirling her
simply assumed we were married. "Your husband," they'd say to Angela, or "your wife" to me. Neither of us corrected them. It was easier that way, and part of me
as
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