The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 316

Christopher POV

She looked more beautiful in her wedding dress than I had imagined. The white lace hugged her figure perfectly, catching the light as she moved down the aisle.

I stood in the shadows at the back of the venue, just another face in the crowd of New York's elite. No one noticed me. All eyes were on Angela, as they should be.

Sean waited at the altar, his face a picture of restrained joy. When Angela reached him, he took her hands in his, and I could see his fingers trembling slightly. For all his faults, there was no denying what I saw in his eyes. He loved her.

I turned toward the exit, my footsteps soundless on the thick carpet. That's when I heard the first shout, followed by a commotion near the entrance to the reception hall.

A woman burst through the doors, her face partially covered by a mask that couldn't hide the rage in her eyes. Security moved toward her immediately, but she was surprisingly quick, dodging their attempts to restrain her.

"Angela Wilson!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the suddenly silent hall.

I recognized her instantly-Jennifer. The woman who had kidnapped Angela five years ago, nearly causing her to lose the twins. The woman whose face now bore scars from a prison "lesson" I had arranged. I didn't regret it. Not when I remembered how Angela had looked in that hospital bed, pale and terrified, her hands protectively cradling her barely-showing pregnancy.

But now, seeing Jennifer's scarred face and the hatred burning in her eyes, I understood the consequences of my actions had come full circle.

Sean's security team surrounded her quickly. They began escorting her out, and for a moment, I thought the crisis had been averted. The wedding guests murmured among themselves, some reaching for their phones, undoubtedly eager to share the drama on social media.

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her baggy clothing. She lunged forward, heading straight for Angela, who stood frozen in

think.

five years of watching from a distance- all of it crystallized into

her just before the knife did. The blade sank into my chest with surprising ease, a sharp burning spreading warmth.

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like this-didn't want her wedding to end with my blood on her dress. I turned toward the exit, determined to leave with

"Christopher!"

offering what I hoped was

I managed to say, the words

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gave out, and I collapsed to

us both. Her eyes were wide with concern-a look I'd never seen directed at me before. Despite everything,

voice steady despite the tears gathering in her eyes. "Just hold

concern. "Why did you have to play the

but it came out as a wet cough instead. "Old

my wound, his face serious. "The knife hit the right side of your chest, away from your heart. You'll be okay once the

my dextrocardia-the rare condition that placed my heart more toward the right side of my chest than normal. What

my own. "I messed up again. Your wedding... I wanted it to