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.

everything happened at

pulling a knife from under her baggy clothing. She lunged forward, heading straight for Angela, who stood frozen in shock, still

think.

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

burning spreading warmth. Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise when she realized she had stabbed the wrong person. seconds later, but the damage was

followed by

my fingers, staining my shirt crimson. I didn't want Angela to see me like this-didn't want

"Christopher!"

slightly, offering what

I managed to say, the words

1/3

legs gave out, and I collapsed to

beside me instantly, cradling my head in her lap, her wedding dress pooling around us both. Her eyes were wide with concern-a look I'd never seen directed at me before. Despite everything, despite all my mistakes,

ambulance is coming," she said, her voice steady despite

a strange mix of anger and concern. "Why did you have to play the hero?" he demanded, but there was no real bite to his

but it came out as a wet cough

hit the right side of your chest, away from your heart. You'll be okay

the

sorry, Angela," I whispered, meeting her amber eyes-so like my own. "I messed up again. Your wedding... I wanted it to be perfect for