The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Christopher POV

The wedding invitation arrived on a Tuesday in January. The heavy cardstock envelope bore the Shaw family crest, because of course it did. Sean Shaw never missed an opportunity for ostentation.

I almost threw it away unopened. Almost. But something made me open it, my hands steady despite the chaos inside me.

Angela Wilson & Sean Shaw request the honor of your presence...

I read the words without really seeing them. The date, the time, the location-all blurred together. What stood out, in elegant script, was a handwritten note along the bottom margin in Angela's familiar handwriting:

I hope you'll be there. It would mean a lot to the children... and to me. - A

I placed the invitation on my desk and walked to the window, staring out at the Mediterranean view without really seeing it. The invitation felt like a death sentence. Final confirmation that those five years had meant nothing-or at least, not enough.

David found me there hours later, still standing at the window, the invitation untouched on my desk.

ventured carefully. "Will you

I replied

and quietly left the room. David had been with me long enough to

to New York. Dust covered the easel in the corner, the paints had dried

to capture something I was about to lose forever. On fresh canvas, with new paints ordered and

eyes and fierce determination

day-hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, a blue school sweater, that fire in her eyes that had never dimmed, not

be as it was at first

painting was, perhaps, the best work I'd ever done. Raw, honest, filled with the emotion of a first meeting that had altered the trajectory of my existence. I carefully wrapped it, packaging it securely, arranging for it to be

goodbye gift. A reminder of how we began, now

I wouldn't attend. But as the day

glimpse," I bargained with myself. "Just to see her in her

in my best suit-dark charcoal

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had always been predictable.