The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 319

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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?"

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

voice dripping

started then, perfectly timed. I might 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

grief and guilt transformed into

I demanded, my voice low but intense "Where were you when he needed parents? When his mother's mental illness went untreated? When he was left to fend for

and positioning himself

firmly to Christopher's father. We're all here to honor

took advantage of my son's obsession with you," he accused, jabbing a finger

enough," Sean warned,

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you left wounds

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

foods he liked? What made him

face pale with confusion and distress, Immediately regretted allowing my emotions to overflow.

will have security remove you from your own son's funeral. Christopher gave his life to protect

over the gathering. I clutched both children close wishing

"That's quite enough."

to see an imposing man leaning on a cane, his silver hair

to where we stood, the crowd parting

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 his

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

eyes so like Christopher's studying my

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

name."

flinched at his bluntness, but he

in the end, he made his choice." His gaze dropped to Aria and Ethan, who stared back at him

gently touching each