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?"

his wife, I assumed, far too young to be Christopher's mother - stepped up beside

kind of woman brings children to a funeral?" she asked, her voice dripping with rehearsed sorrow. "Especially when

how Christopher's father had abandoned his first wife and son for this woman, how they

inside me. My grief and guilt transformed into

cry for him now?" I demanded, my voice low but intense "Where were you when he needed parents? When

stood, placing Aria in my arms and positioning himself slightly

the time or place," he said firmly to Christopher's father. We're

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

warned, his tone

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you left wounds

the ones who killed him," I shot back, unable to contain myself. "His mother's suicide, your abandonment so deep he never recovered. At least I gave him five years

what foods he liked?

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

Christopher's father, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You will back away from my family now, or I will have security remove you from your own son's funeral. Christopher gave his life to protect Angela and our children. Your disrespect

tense silence fell over the gathering. I clutched both children close wishing

"That's quite enough."

new voice came from behind us elderly but commanding. I turned to see an imposing man leaning on a cane, his silver hair and amber eyes immediately identifying him as. Christopher's

where we

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

shrink under his father's stern gaze. The young wife

old man turned to me, his eyes so

said finally. "I never supported his feelings for

name."

flinched at his

gaze dropped to Aria and Ethan, who stared back at him with solemn curiosity. "These children – he spoke of them often. Considered them

touching