The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire's Secret Scandal 302 Chapter 302: His Funeral 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 houlder.

Christopher's coffin sat at the front, polished mahogany gleaming duly 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.

The man - Christopher's father, I realized - broke away from the group and approached us, his steps unsteady with either emotion or alcohol.

"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?" A younger woman in designer mourning wear - his wife, I assumed, far too young to be Christopher's mother - stepped up beside him, placing a restraining hand on his arm. Her eyes were re red-rimmed but dry.

"What kind of woman brings children to a funeral?" she asked, her voice dripping with rehearsed sorrow. "Especially when their mother is responsible for the death we're mourning." Her false tears 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 been part of Christopher's life.

Something snapped inside me. My grief and guilt transformed into righteous anger.

"You dare to cry for him now?" 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 himself Sean stood, placing Aria in my arms and positioning himself slightly in front of us.

"This isn't the tor place," he said firmly to Christopher's father. We're all here to honor Christopher's memory." But Christopher's father wasn't finished. "You took advantage of my son's obsession with you," he accused, jabbing a finger at me. "Used him as a babysitter while you chased other men." "That's enough," Sean warned, his tone hardening.

1/3 Chapter 302: His Funeral You're the ones who killed him, I shot back, unable to contain myself. His mother's suicide, your abandonment - you left wounds so deep he never recovered. At least I gave him five years of family, of belonging. What did you ever give him except pain? The young wife gasped tically. "How dare you! We loved Christopher!" "You didn't even know him," I replied, my voice breaking. "Do you know what foods he liked? What made him laugh? The nightmares that kept him awake? I do." Ethan tugged at my coat, his face pale with confusion and distress, Immediately regretted allowing my emotions to overflow. This wasn't what I wanted the children to experience.

Sean stepped closer to Christopher's father, 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 children. Your disrespect dishonors his sacrifice." A tense silence fell over the gathering. I clutched both children close wishing I could shield them from this ugliness.

"That's quite enough." The new voice cfrom behind us elderly but commanding. I turned to see an imposing man leaning on a cane, his silver hair and amber eyes immediately identifying him as Christopher's grandfather.

He walked slowly to where we stood, the crowd parting before him. Christopher 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 agency." Christopher's father seemed to shrink under his father's stern gaze. The young wife quickly composed herself, her theatrical tears magically drying up.

The old man turned to me, his eyes so like Christopher's - studying my face intently.

"So you're Angela," he said finally. "I never supported his feelings for you. I thought you were a distraction, unworthy of the Blake name." I flinched at his bluntness, but he continued.

"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 he spoke of them often. Considered them his own in many ways." with solemn curiosity. "These children He reached out, gently touching each child's head in turn.

"Raise them well," he told me, his voice softening slightly. "That would honor him more than any tears or recriminations." Without waiting for a response, he turned and made his way to the front row, effectively ending the confrontation. Christopher's father and stepmother retreated, properly chastised.

As the service began, Aria tugged at my sleeve.

"Can I put my card with Uncle Christopher?" she whispered, holding up her glitter-covered creation.

I nodded, tears blurring my vision. When the tcto place flowers on the coffin, Sean lifted Aria so she could lay her card among the elaborate arrangements.

Goodbye, Uncle Christopher," she said clearly, her small voice carrying in the hushed cemetery. "Thank you for my music box. I play it every night." 2/3 Chapter 302: His Funeral

Ethan stepped forward next, placing a small stone on the coffin one he'd m picked up from our garden before leaving. You taughtthat stars are just like the ones in Italy," he said quietly. I'll look for you in the night sky."

Their simple, honest goodbyes movedmore deeply than any formal eulogy, could. As we stepped back, allowing others to pay their respects, I felt Sean's arm around my waist, steadying me. "You gave him what he wanted most, Sean whispered. "A family who will remember him."

I leaned into his embrace, watching as people filed past Christopher's coffin. Sseemed genuinely m grieved, others merely performing the social obligation. I wondered how many truly knew him - the man behind the mask, the lonely boy who grew into a complicated adult, the person who had ultimately valued love above his own life. "Goodbye, Christopher," I whispered, hoping somehow he could hear. Rest now. You're forgiven. You're remembered. You're loved." Chapter Comments