The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 317

Angela POV

The house was quiet when Sean and I returned home. Victoria metus at the door, her expression concerned but composed. She'd been watching the children while we dealt with everything at the hospital.

"They're in the living room," she whispered. "They've been asking about Christopher all day."

My heart sank. How do you explain death to children who've already experienced too much loss in their young lives? When we stepped into the living room, Aria ran to us immediately, her small arms wrapping around my waist.

"Mommy! Is Uncle Christopher better now?" Her innocent eyes looked up at me, full of hope.

I knelt down to her level, struggling to find the right words. Sean crouched beside me, his hand steady on my shoulder.

"Christopher..." I began, but my voice caught.

Sean stepped in. "He's gone on a trip, sweetheart. Somewhere very far away."

Ethan stood a few feet back, watching us with those observant eyes that always seemed to see too much.

"He died, didn't he?" Ethan asked quietly.

The directness of his question stunned us both. Sean and I exchanged glances, wondering how our five-year-old son understood what we were trying to shield him from.

"Yes, Ethan," I finally admitted, nodding slowly. "He did."

up in confusion. "What's 'died'

he can't come back to see us," Ethan explained to his sister, his voice matter-of-fact though his eyes glistened with

to tremble. "His

from his trip?"

smile through my tears. "No,

presents he already gave

Victoria approached me with a large, flat package

the morning of your wedding," she explained. "From

now."

bedroom, I carefully unwrapped the package. Inside was a painting that took my breath away. The scene was

day. I hadn't thought about it in years, but seeing it captured on canvas brought everything rushing back. The way Christopher had watched

All those moments I'd taken for granted suddenly became precious-Christopher and Sean playing hockey together in college, Christopher

held Aria and Ethan for the first time

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end at thirty-three.

held in London. It was Chistopher's mother's hometown, and he would be buried next to his mother's grave. The day before the funeral, Sean

David came to our

in Italy," he said, handing me three gift boxes. "They were

overwhelmed by this final gestie. The servant brought tea for

that Christopher had returned to the place where we once lived, even spending Christmas there alone. Memories of us decorating the Christmas