The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire's Secret Scandal 316 Christopher POV She looked more beautiful in her wedding dress than I had imagined. The white lace hugged her figure perfectly, catching the light as she moved down the aisle.

I stood in the shadows at the back of the venue, just another face in the crowd of New York's elite. No one noticed me. All eyes were on Angela, as they should be.

Sean waited at the altar, his face a picture of restrained joy. When Angela reached him, he took her hands in his, and I could see his fingers trembling slightly. For all his faults, there was no denying what I saw in his eyes. He loved her.

I turned toward the exit, my footsteps soundless on the thick carpet. That's when I heard the first shout, followed by a commotion near the entrance to the reception hall.

A woman burst through the doors, her face partially covered by a mask that couldn't hide the rage in her eyes. Security moved toward her immediately, but she was surprisingly quick, dodging their attempts to restrain her. "Angela Wilson!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the suddenly silent hall.

I recognized her instantly-Jennifer. The woman who had kidnapped Angela five years ago, nearly causing her to lose the twins. The woman whose face now bore scars from a prison "lesson" I had arranged. I didn't regret it. Not when I remembered how Angela had looked in that hospital bed, pale and terrified, her hands protectively cradling her barely-showing pregnancy.

But now, seeing Jennifer's scarred face and the hatred burning in her eyes, I understood the consequences of my actions had cfull circle.

Sean's security team surrounded her quickly. They began escorting her out, and for a moment, I thought the crisis had been averted. The wedding guests murmured among themselves, sreaching for their phones, undoubtedly eager to share the on social media.

Then everything happened at once.

Jennifer somehow broke free, pulling a knife from under her baggy clothing. She lunged forward, heading straight for Angela, who stood frozen in shock, still in Sean's arms.

I didn't think. I just moved.

Five years of longing, five years of regret, five years of watching from a distance- all of it crystallized into a single moment of clarity. If I could do one thing right in my miserable life, it would be this.

I reached her just before the knife did. The blade sank into my chest with surprising ease, a sharp burning spreading warmth. Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise when she realized she had stabbed the wrong person. seconds later, but the damage was done.

ion followed by arity tackled her I stumbled backward, pressing my hand against the wound. Blood seeped between my fingers, staining my shirt crimson. I didn't want Angela to seelike this-didn't want her wedding to end with my blood on her dress. I turned toward the exit, determined to leave with whatever dignity I could manage.

"Christopher!" Her voice stopped me. I turned slightly, offering what I hoped was a reassuring smile.

You look beautiful today, I managed to say, the words coming out weaker than I intended.

1/3 Then my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.

She was besideinstantly, cradling my head in her lap, her wedding dress pooling around us both. Her eyes were wide with concern-a look I'd never seen directed atbefore. Despite everything, despite all my mistakes, she still cared. It was more than I deserved.

"The ambulance is coming," she said, her voice steady despite the tears gathering in her eyes. "Just hold on." Sean knelt beside her, his expression a strange mix of anger and concern. "Why did you have to play the hero?" he demanded, but there was no real bite to his words.

I tried to laugh, but it cout as a wet cough instead. "Old habits.

Sean examined my wound, his face serious. "The knife hit the right side of your chest, away from your heart. You'll be okay once the ambulance arrives." I didn't correct him. Didn't tell him about my dextrocardia-the rare condition that placed my heart more toward the right side of my chest than normal. What would be the point? Sthings are better left unsaid.

"I'm sorry, Angela," I whispered, meeting her amber eyes-so like my own. "I messed up again. Your wedding... I wanted it to be perfect for you." "Don't talk," she urged, pressing her hand over mine, applying pressure to the wound. "Save your strength." But there were things I needed to say, things I might never get another chance to voice.

"I need to apologize... to both of you," I managed. "What I did... keeping you at the villa, Angela... It was wrong. I was wrong." Sean reproached me, refusing to accept my apology, or rather, he refused to accept the fact that my life was rapidly fading away.

As my vision began to blur, memories flashed through my mind like slides from an old projector. Angela in that school library, defending a boy she didn't know. Angela laughing with the twins on a beach in Italy. Angela in a garden, sunlight in her hair.

Beautiful, fleeting moments that had Was illuminated my otherwise dark existence. For a time, they had madeforget that I was born undermy mother'sjaurse, destined to repeat her mistakes. Now I would join her in whatever hell awaited us both. She must be lonely there-in her brief, bitter life, she never found someone who could bring light to her darkness the way Angela had briefly brought light to mine.

I wanted to ask Angela one last question: If you had metfirst, would you have lovedinstead? But looking at her and Sean together, at I already knew the answer. Speople were destined for each other, regardless of timing or circumstance. The pain was fading now, replaced by a strange, spreading numbness. I felt Angela's tears falling on my face, but they seemed distant somehow, as if they were falling on someone else.

"Don't Gay," I whispered. "This is... a kind of freedom." With the last of my strength, I reached up to touch her face-one final indulgence- before the darkness closed in completely.

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