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."

face scrunched up in

back to see us," Ethan explained to his sister,

tremble. "His soul... the

from his trip?" Aria

but smile through my tears. "No, sweetie. But he'd

all the presents he already gave

Victoria approached me with a large, flat package wrapped in simple brown

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

now."

my breath away. The scene was from high school-me-in-my oversized uniform, standing

in years, but seeing it captured on canvas brought everything rushing back. The way Christopher had watched from behind a bookshelf, the quiet

became precious-Christopher and Sean playing hockey together in college, Christopher carrying me home after I'd gotten dank when Sean started dating Christina, the

and Ethan for the

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would end

next to

funeral, David came to

handing me three gift boxes. "They were under the Christmas tree. I believe Christopher intended them as Christmas gifts

packages to my chest, overwhelmed by this final gestie. The servant brought tea for David,

Christopher had returned to the place where we once lived, even spending Christmas there alone. Memories of us decorating the Christmas tree together flooded my mind. I owed Christopher so