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."

knew about Christopher's mother-her mental illness, her eventual

David said. "After graduation, I went straight to work

I first met him, I idolized him, He seemed invincible. But gradually, I realized he wasn't as strong as I imagined. He helped many people, but

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

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

"David, when you get that surf

nodded slightly, offering a small smile

which each had been chosen-

novel I'd

1/3

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

turning the delicate music box in her small hands. "I

back tears. "That

children into bed, guilt pressed down on me like a physical

the loneliness

bed, I couldn't shake the melancholy that had settled over

Just like now with you-being needed by you, being depended on by you, it makes me happy." He paused, his arms tightening around me. "If our positions

I can't bear to see anyone else sacrifice

just pressed a kiss to my forehead and held me closer

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to London. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for the children's sake. I

Sean asked, his hand

trusting my voice. The past few days had been a blur of arrangements and explanations, of tears quickly

small footsteps rushing down the stairs. Ethan appeared, still in