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 must

education," David said. "After graduation, I

invincible. But gradually, I realized he wasn't as strong as I imagined. He helped many people, but was also

me, but I'd never considered that he might need care too. I'd accepted

standing. "There's still

the door, feeling strangely hollow. "David, when you get that surf shop up and

slightly, offering a small

Sean, the children, and I gathered around the coffee table to open Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which each had been chosen- reflecting casual

I'd once mentioned wanting to collect. For

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the little boy who had always asked questions about the stars. And for

music box in her small hands.

"That would be lovely,

guilt pressed down on me like a

should have seen past Christopher's mask. Should have recognized the loneliness beneath his strength. Should have

Sean and I prepared for bed, I couldn't shake the melancholy that had settled over

for them brings joy. Just like now with you-being needed by you, being depended

do that. I can't bear

kiss to my forehead and held me closer as tears I could no longer contain slipped

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packed and ready for the journey to London. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for the

asked, his hand gentle on my

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

footsteps rushing down the