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?"

young to be Christopher's mother - stepped up beside him, placing a restraining hand on his arm. Her eyes were

voice dripping with rehearsed sorrow. "Especially when their mother

grief if I hadn't known the history - how Christopher's father

snapped inside me. My grief and guilt transformed into

when he needed parents? When his mother's mental illness went untreated? When he was

and positioning himself slightly in

firmly to Christopher's father. We're all

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

warned, his

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you left wounds

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 of family, belonging. What did you ever give him except pain?" The young wife gasped dramatically. "How

replied, my voice breaking. "Do you know what foods he liked? What made him laugh? The nightmares that

his face pale with confusion and distress, Immediately regretted allowing my emotions to overflow. This wasn't what I wanted

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

I clutched both children close wishing I could shield

"That's quite enough."

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

to where we stood, the crowd parting

settling

under his father's stern gaze. The young wife quickly composed herself,

turned to me, his eyes so like

"I never supported his feelings for you. I thought you were a

name."

at his bluntness, but

I respected my grandson. And in the end, he made his choice." His gaze dropped to Aria and Ethan, who stared back at him with solemn curiosity. "These children – he spoke of

out, gently touching each