The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire's Secret Scandal 301 Chapter 301: Things I Never Knew Angela Pov David placed his empty teacup on the table and stood up, preparing to leave. "Wait," I called out, stopping him. I realized then that I knew on little about the man who had given his life for me-for us.

David, would you mind tellingmore about Christopher?" I asked, stopping him at the door. Your relationship... it seems like you were more than just his assistent." David hesitated, his hand still on the doorknob. "We've just lost him Are you sure you want to hear this now?" "It's too late to really know him," I admitted, my voice catching. But I'd still like to learn who he really was." "To most people, Christopher Blake was strict, cold, sometimes even violent. But to me..." He paused, eyes fixed on sdistant point. "To me, he was like an older brother," I settled deeper into the couch, suddenly desperate to understand the man who had died protecting me. Even though it was too late to truly know him, I needed to hear more, "My father was a drunk and a gambler, David continued. "Despite my mother being married to him, he wouldn't leave us alone. In my memories, we were always moving, trying to escape my father and his debt collectors." He set down his cup, the clink against the saucer unnaturally loud in the quiet room.

"One time, a group of thugs found our home, forcing my mother to pay his debts. Even though I explained we had nothing to do with that alcoholic gambling addict anymore, they wouldn't leave us alone." David's voice grew distant, lost in the past. "Christopher happened to be passing by and helped drive them away." "How did you even meet?" I asked, trying to picture the scene-a young David in trouble, Christopher stepping in. I lived in the slums. Our lives should never have intersected, but that day, Christopher's mother-during one of her episodes-had wandered off. He was following leads to find her in my neighborhood. That's how we met." I remembered what I knew about Christopher's mother-her mental illness, her eventual suicide. Those wounds must have run deep.

"Later, he even paid for my college education," David said. "After graduation, I went straight to work for his company." David smiled faintly, lost in memory. "When I first met him, I idolized him. He seemed invincible. But gradually, I realized he wasn't as strong as I imagined. He helped many people, but was also viewed as a thorn in many sides." As David spoke, something twisted inside me. For five years, Christopher had cared for me, but I'd never considered that he might need care too. I'd accepted his strength without questioning what it cost him.

"I should go," David said finally, standing. "There's still much to arrange before tomorrow." I walked him to the door, feeling strangely hollow. "David, when you get that surf shop up and running, I'll bring the children to Jearn surfing." He nodded slightly, offering a small smile before leaving.

That evening, Sean, the children, and I gathered around the coffee table to open Christopher's Christmas gifts. The care with which each had been chosen- reflecting casual comments made years ago made my chest ache with a fresh wave of grief.

For me, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice, the I'd once mentioned wanting to collect. For Ethan, a telescope far too 1/3 Chapter 301: Things I Never Knew advanced for his age, but perfect for the little boy who had always asked questions about the stars. And for Aria, a music box that played the very lullaby Christopher used to sing to her.

"Is this a present Uncle Christopher sent from heaven?" Aria asked, Corning the delicate music box in her small hands. "I want to send him a thank you card in heaven." I blinked back tears. "That would be lovely, sweetheart." As I tucked the children into bed, guilt pressed down onlike a physical weight.

I should have seen past Christopher's mask. Should have recognized the loneliness beneath his strength. Should have offered him more than just my reliance.

Later, as Sean and I prepared for bed, I couldn't shake the melancholy that had settled over me.

"You shouldn't blyourself," Sean said quietly, pullingagainst his chest. "During those five years, he was probably happy. Because when you love someone, doing things for them brings joy. Just like now with you-being needed by you, being depended on by you, it makeshappy." He paused, his arms tightening around me. "If our positions were reversed, I would have done the sthing." "No," I whispered, "I don't want you to do that. I can't bear to see anyone else sacrifice themselves for me." Sean didn't answer, just pressed a kiss my forehead and heldcloser as tears I could no longer contain slipped silently down my cheeks.

Our suitcases stood by the door, packed and ready for the journey to London. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow, and I struggled to maintain composure for the children's sake. I slipped on my coat while Sean arranged for the car to take us to the airport.

"Are you ready?" Sean asked, his hand gentle on my shoulder.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The past few days had been a blur of arrangements and explanations, of tears quickly wiped away when little eyes turned my way.

We were halfway to the door when I heard small footsteps rushing down the stairs. Ethan appeared, still in his pajamas, his face unusually determined.

"Mom, wait," he called out, slightly breathless. "Can I cwith you? To say goodbye to Uncle Christopher?" My heart constricted. I'd planned for the children to stay with Victoria, wanting to shield them from the harsh reality of a funeral. Death was too heavy a concept for their young shoulders.

"Ethan, honey," I began gently, kneeling to his level, "funerals can be very sad places. I'm not sure- "Please," he interrupted, his green eyes serious. "I promise I'll be quiet. I won't cause any trouble.

Before I could respond, Aria appeared at the top of the stairs, clutching a homemade card decorated with glitter and childish drawings.

"I want to go too," she announced, descending the stairs carefully, one step at a time. "I made this for Uncle Christ her. I want to give it to him myself."

her, Ethan, Sean, myself, and a She held up the card for us to see. In colorful crayon, she had drawn what appeared to be all of us tall figure with amber eyes who could only be Christopher. Above the drawing, in wobbly letters, she had written: "Thank you for saving Mommy." 2/3 Chapter 301: Things I Never Knew Tears burned behind my eyes.1 looked up at Sean, silently asking for guidance. His expression softened as he nodded slightly.

"Alright, Fagreed, my voice barely steady. "You can both come. But you'll need to change quickly, and you have to promise to stay close to us the entire time."

Ethan nodded solemnly while Aria bounced with a strange mixture of excitement and sadness that only children seem capable of expressing.

'I'll help them pack, Sean offered, guiding them back upstairs. Chapter Comments 42 LIKE POST COMMENT NOW SHARE