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."

remembered what I knew about Christopher's mother-her mental illness, her eventual suicide. Those

paid for my college education," David said. "After graduation, I went straight to work

But gradually, I realized

cared for me, but I'd never considered

David said finally, standing. "There's

"David, when you get that surf shop up and running, I'll bring the

nodded slightly, offering a small smile before

the coffee table to open Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which

first edition of Pride and Prejudice, the novel I'd once mentioned wanting to collect. For Ethan,

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for the little boy who had always asked questions about the stars. And for Aria, a music box that played the very lullaby Christopher used to sing

the delicate music box in her small hands. "I want to send

back tears. "That

tucked the children into bed, guilt pressed down on me like

the loneliness beneath his strength. Should have offered him more than

I couldn't shake the

like now with you-being needed by you, being depended on by you,

that. I

and held me closer as tears I could no longer contain slipped

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

you ready?" Sean asked, his hand

been a blur of arrangements and explanations, of tears quickly wiped away

I heard small footsteps rushing down the