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?"

designer mourning wear his wife, I assumed, far too young to be Christopher's mother -

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

grief if I hadn't known the history - how Christopher's father had abandoned his first wife and son for this woman,

snapped inside me. My grief

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

in my arms and positioning himself slightly in front

place," he said firmly to Christopher's father. We're all here to

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

warned,

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you left wounds

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 dare you!

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

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

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

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

"That's quite enough."

behind us elderly but commanding. I turned to see an imposing man

where we stood,

chose his path," the old man said, his gaze sweeping over his son before settling on me. "No one forced his hand. To suggest otherwise insults his memory and

stern gaze. The young wife

old man turned to me, his eyes so like Christopher's studying

feelings for you. I thought you were a distraction, unworthy

name."

flinched at his bluntness,

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 them often.

reached out, gently touching each child's