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."

mother-her mental illness, her eventual suicide. Those wounds must

said. "After

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 was also viewed as a thorn

David spoke, something 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

"David, when you get that surf

a small smile before

the children, and I gathered around the coffee table to open Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which each had

the novel I'd once mentioned wanting to

1/3

the stars. And for Aria, a music box that

from heaven?" Aria asked, turning the delicate music box in her small

blinked back tears. "That

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

recognized the loneliness beneath his strength. Should

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

chest. "During those five years, he was probably happy. Because when you love someone, doing things for them brings joy. Just like now with

I whispered, "I don't want you to do that. I can't bear to see anyone else sacrifice themselves

held me closer as tears I could

***

packed and ready for the journey to London. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for the children's sake. I slipped on my coat

ready?" Sean asked, his hand gentle on

my voice. The past few days had been a blur of

small footsteps rushing down the stairs.