The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 285 2/2 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 285: Wedding Dance Angela POV The morning light filtered through the windows of the bridal suite, casting a golden glow over the chaos of preparations.

Makeup artists, hairstylists, and assistants buzzed aroundlike industrious bees. In the center of it all, Sophie stood fussing with my veil, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hold still," she commanded, sliding another pin into place. "One wrong move and this whole thing could collapse." I tried not to laugh. "You're more nervous than I am, and I'm the bride. When it's your turn with Charles, you'll probably pass out before you reach the altar." Sophie shota look. "I've told you a thousand times-I'm just giving Charles a chance. Marriage is nowhere on my radar. Despite her protest, her cheeks flushed pink. She adjusted my train for the fifth time, then stepped back to assess her work. "Perfect. You look absolutely beautiful." My wedding dress was a dream-an elegant off-shoulder design with delicate lace detailing. I turned slowly before the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. After everything we'd been through-the heartbreak, the separation, raising the twins alone, reconciliation-this moment felt surreal.

"It's almost time," Victoria announced, sweeping into the room. Her eyes welled with tears when she saw me. "Oh, Angela. Sean will be speechless." Moments later, Aria bounded in wearing her flower girl dress, followed by Ethan in his little tuxedo. My heart swelled at the sight of them.

"Mommy looks like a princess!" Aria exclaimed, twirling around me. "Can I have my flowers now? Please?" Ethan stood quietly, his green eyes-so like his father's-assessingsolemnly. "You look nice, Mom," he said simply, but the smile that accompanied his words conveyed more than his reserved nature allowed him to express.

My father appeared at the doorway, his eyes suspiciously bright. "It's time, Angel." Walking down the aisle with my father felt both familiar and entirely new. Aria and Ethan preceded me, my daughter scattering rose petals with enthusiastic flair while my son carefully carried the rings his face a mask of concentration.

But it was Sean who captured my attention. Standing at the altar, he looked like he'd stepped out of a dream in his tailored tuxedo. When our eyes met, the rest of the world seemed to fade away.

This wasn't just a renewal of vows or a second chance-it was a hard won new beginning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered when I reached him, his voice thick with emotion.

The ceremony passed in a blur of emotion. We exchanged rings-simple platinum bands engraved with our initials and the date. When Sean slipped mine onto my finger, his hands trembled slightly. I steadied them with my own, our eyes locked in a private moment of understanding.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the minister declared. "You may kiss the bride." Sean's lips met mine, gentle but sure, sealing our promise. Applause erupted around us, but I barely heard it over the thunder of my own heartbeat.

As we turned to face our guests, Sean surprised everyone by sweeping Aria into his arms. "Toss the flowers, princess!" he 1/3 euung Dance encouraged. With a delighted squeal, she hurled the small bouquet given her. It soared through the air in a graceful arc before landing squarely in Emily's startled hands.

From across the room, I spotted Nathan standing beside her, his expression unreadable. When our eyes met, I offered a hesitant smile, and after a moment, he nodded in acknowledgment.

The reception was in full swing when I finally found a moment to approach Emily and Nathan.

Five years ago, I'd left New York without saying goodbye to anyone Shaw Group.

I couldn't face the explanations, the questions,-especially from Nathan, the brilliant young analyst who'd helpedthrough the collapse of Wilson Investment Bank. My father had once hoped we might becmore than colleagues, and Sean's jealousy over our friendship had sparked more than one argument.

"So," I began awkwardly, champagne flute in hand, "it's been a while Emily shook her head, though her smile softened her words. "Five years without a word, and that's all you have to say? You disappeared and dumped a mountain of work on my desk." "I'm sorry about that," I said genuinely. "Things were... complicated." "If Nathan hadn't helped me, I probably wouldn't have survived at Shaw Group," Emily continued, but then her expression warmed. "Though I suppose I should thank you for that opportunity." I noticed how her arm was looped through Nathan's, their bodies angled toward each other in the familiar posture of a couple.

"So you two are together now?" I asked.

Emily nodded, her professional demeanor slipping to reveal a girlish happiness. "Going on two years." I turned to Nathan, guilt washing over me. "I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. I never meant to just disappear on you. I didn't want to burden anyone with my problems." Nathan's intelligent eyes, which had once intimidated the entire financial department, softened slightly. "You don't need to apologize, Angela. Whatever you did, you had your reasons." His gaze shifted briefly to Aria and Ethan, who were dancing with their grandparents. "I understand more than you might think." Before I could respond, upbeat music filled the ballroom. Sean had taken his place at the grand piano, his fingers dancing across the keys with unexpected skill. His groomsmen approached, champagne in hand.

"Sorry to interrupt," Evan announced with exaggerated formality, "but we need to borrow the bride." The groomsmen pulledonto the dance floor, where Sean abandoned the piano to join me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pullingclose as we moved to the music.

"Happy?" he murmured against my ear.

"Beyond words," I replied, resting my head against his chest.

Over Sean's shoulder, I scanned the crowd, searching for another figure. "he still didn't come," I said to Sean.

Sean pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. "Today, don't think about anyone else. Just think about me, okay?" I nodded, drawing him closer again. "You're right." The celebration swirled around us-laughter, music, the warm haze of champagne.

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playfully with Charles by the bar, the twins beaming as they twirled with their grandparents. It was perfect-almost too perfect to be real.

Then a woman's voice cut through the music, sharp and desperate.

'ANGELA!" The crowd parted as a figure in a mask burst onto the dance floor, shattering our perfect moment like glass.

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