The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Angela Pov

The London cemetery was shrouded in a fine mist that seemed fitting for the occasion.

I held Ethan's hand tightly as we approached the gathering of black lad mourners. Aria insisted on being carried by Sean, her small arms wrapped around his neck, her face partially hidden against his shoulder.

Christopher's coffin sat at the front, polished mahogany gleaming dully in the weak English sunlight. Beside it stood a large portrait of him - not the intense businessman I'd known in recent years, but younger version with a rare, genuine smile. It made my chest ache to see it.

We found seats near the back, hoping to remain inconspicuous. I wanted this to be as undisturbing for the children as possible. But we had barely settled when I noticed a commotion near the front. An older man with Christopher's jawline was staring directly at us, his expression darkening from grief to something more volatile.

"That's her," he said loudly, pointing in our direction. "That's the woman who got my son killed."

Heads turned, and I felt myself shrinking under their collective gaze. Ethan pressed closer to my side.

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The man

or alcohol.

Christopher's father, I realized – broke away from the group and approached us, his steps unsteady with either emotion

"You have no right to be here," he spat, stopping just short of our row. "Christopher would still be alive if not for you and your selfish games."

I stood, instinctively positioning myself between him and the children. "Mr. Blake, I understand your grief-*

"You understand nothing!" he interrupted, his voice rising. "My son wasted his life chasing after you, and this is how you repaid him?"

woman in designer mourning wear his wife, I assumed, far too young to be Christopher's mother - stepped up beside him, placing a

woman brings children to a funeral?" she asked, her voice dripping with rehearsed sorrow. "Especially when their mother is responsible for the

have believed her grief if I hadn't known the history - how Christopher's father had abandoned his first wife and son for this woman, how they had barely been part

grief and guilt transformed into righteous

now?" I demanded, my voice low but intense "Where were you when he needed parents? When his mother's mental illness

in my arms and positioning himself slightly in

place," he said firmly to Christopher's father.

advantage of my son's obsession with you," he accused, jabbing a finger at me. "Used him as a babysitter

enough," Sean warned, his

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you left wounds

so deep he never recovered. At least I gave him five years

I replied, my voice breaking. "Do you know what foods he liked? What made

coat, his face pale with confusion and distress, Immediately regretted

family now, or I will have security remove you from your own son's funeral. Christopher gave his life

both

"That's quite enough."

an imposing man leaning on a cane, his silver hair and amber eyes

we

his gaze sweeping over his son before settling on me. "No

The

old man turned to me, his eyes so

you're Angela," he said finally. "I never supported his feelings for you. I thought you were a distraction, unworthy

name."

his bluntness, but he

who stared back at him with solemn curiosity. "These children

out, gently touching each child's