The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 318

Angela POV

David placed his empty teacup on the table and stood up, preparing to leave. "Wait," I called out, stopping him. I realized then that I knew so little about the man who had given his life for me-for us.

"David, would you mind telling me more about Christopher?” I asked stopping him at the door. "Your relationship... it seems like you were more than just his assistant."

David hesitated, his hand still on the doorknob. "We've just lost him Are you sure you want to hear this now?"

"It's too late to really know him," I admitted, my voice catching. "But I'd still like to learn who he really was."

"To most people, Christopher Blake was strict, cold, sometimes even violent. But to me..." He paused, eyes fixed on some distant point. "To me, he was like an older brother."

I settled deeper into the couch, suddenly desperate to understand the man who had died protecting me. Even though it was too late to truly know him, I needed to hear more.

"My father was a drunk and a gambler," David continued. "Despite my mother being married to him, he wouldn't leave us alone. In my memories, we were always moving, trying to escape my father and his debt collectors."

He set down his cup, the clink against the saucer unnaturally loud in the quiet

room.

"One time, a group of thugs found our home, forcing my mother to pay his debts. Even though I explained we had nothing to do with that alcoholic gambling addict anymore, they wouldn't leave us alone." David's voice grew distant, lost in the past. "Christopher happened to be passing by and helped drive them away."

"How did you even meet?" I asked, trying to picture the scene-a young David in trouble, Christopher stepping in.

"I lived in the slums. Our lives should never have intersected, but that day, Christopher's mother-during one of her episodes-had wandered off. He was following leads to find her in my neighborhood. That's how we met."

about Christopher's mother-her mental illness, her eventual suicide. Those wounds

college education," David said. "After graduation, I went straight

faintly, lost in memory. "When I first met him, I idolized him, He seemed invincible. But gradually, I realized he wasn't as strong as

twisted inside me. For five years, Christopher had cared for me, but I'd never considered that he might need care too. I'd accepted his strength without questioning

go," David said finally, standing. "There's still much to arrange

when you get that surf shop up and running,

nodded slightly, offering a small

Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which each had been chosen- reflecting casual comments made years ago made my chest ache with

novel I'd once mentioned wanting to collect. For Ethan,

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his age, but perfect for the little boy who had always asked questions about the stars.

heaven?" Aria asked, turning the delicate music box in her small hands. "I want to send him a thank-you card in

tears. "That would be

bed, guilt pressed down on me like a physical

mask. Should have recognized the loneliness beneath his

prepared for bed, I

probably happy. Because when you love someone, doing things for them brings joy. Just like now with you-being needed by you, being depended on by you, it makes me happy." He paused, his arms

I whispered, "I don't want you to do that. I can't

to my forehead and held me

***

The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for the children's sake. I slipped on my coat while Sean arranged for

ready?" Sean asked, his hand gentle

blur of arrangements

door when I heard small footsteps rushing down the stairs. Ethan appeared,