The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: The Price of Forgiveness–1

Angela POV

I watched in horror as Christopher’s eyes slowly closed. My heart pounded against my ribs, fear washing over me in cold waves. This couldn’t be happening. Not here, not today.

“Christopher!” I called his name, my voice breaking. “Christopher, stay with me!”

His eyelids fluttered, then opened again, though barely. Those amber eyes- -so similar to my own–struggled to focus on my face. His lips, stained with blood, curved into the faintest smile.

“I’m sorry, Angela,” he whispered, each word costing him visible effort. “I messed up again.”

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he spoke, running down his chin and neck. The sight of it made my stomach clench.

“Don’t talk, I urged, pressing harder on his wound. “Save your strength. The ambulance will be here any minute.

But Christopher seemed determined to speak, as if compelled by some urgent need. His hand found mine, his fingers surprisingly strong as they closed around my wrist.

“There are things I need to say,” he insisted. “Things that might not… get another chance.” He paused, grimacing in pain. I couldn’t see you before because I didn’t know how to face you. I never should have forced you to stay with me. I failed you. I failed Aria and Ethan. My last wish… is for you and Sean to forgive me.”

Sean’s face darkened beside me, his jaw tightening. “You bastard,” he growled. “I’m not accepting your apology. Since you know you were wrong, you need to get better. You need to make amends for what you did.” His voice grew louder, more intense. “You stabbed me twice, for God’s sake. You need to recover so I can beat the hell out of you properly.”

Tears streamed down my face, hot against my skin. “And when you’re better,” I added, “I want a formal apology to me and the children. Until then, I will never forgive you. Never.”

Christopher’s lips twitched, almost like he wanted to laugh. “I don’t think I’ll recover from this one,” he said quietly. “I heard you got your memory back… that’s good. I have no regrets left. If you can’t forgive me, I understand. I don’t deserve forgiveness anyway.”

“When did you become so weak?” Sean taunted, though I could hear the strain beneath his mockery. “Your men stabbed me twice and I survived. You get stabbed once by a crazy woman and you’re giving up?”

Christopher tried to respond, but instead coughed violently, more blood spilling from his mouth. His grip on my wrist weakened, and his eyes–those eyes that had watched over my children for years–slowly closed again.

Panic surged through me. “Christopher? Christopher!”

Sean’s fingers pressed against Christopher’s neck, checking for a pulse. “He’s still alive,” he said, but the tension in his voice betrayed his concern.

Just then, paramedics burst through the doors, equipment in hand. They moved swiftly, assessing Christopher’s condition with practiced efficiency. Moments later, they were loading him onto a stretcher, attaching monitors and inserting IVs.

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Sean and I followed them out, still in our wedding attire, neither of us sparing a thought for the blood–stained finery. The `paramedics worked as they moved, speaking in rapid medical shorthand that meant nothing to me. All I could focu Christopher’s pale face, the oxygen mask now covering his mouth, the blood still seeping through the temporary bandages.

We climbed into the ambulance without hesitation. Nobody tried to stop us. As the siren wailed and we sped through the streets, I held Christopher’s hand, willing strength into him. Every bump in the road made me wince, imagining how it must jar his wound.

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The hospital hallway was sterile and cold, the harsh fluorescent lights casting everything in an unforgiving glow.

Sean and I had been waiting outside the emergency room for what felt like an eternity.

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 289: The Price of Forgiveness–2

My blood–soaked wedding dress had begun to stiffen as it dried, the once–pristine white lace now a grotesque reminder of how quickly happiness could shatter.

“I forgot my phone,” I suddenly realized. “Sean, could you call David Christopher’s assistant? He should know what’s happening.

Sean nodded, pulling out his phone. He dialed the number and waited, his free hand resting supportively on my shoulder.

‘David? It’s Sean Shaw,” he said when the call connected. “You need to come to Metropolitan Hospital right away. Christopher’s been injured. He paused, listening. “I’ll explain everything when you get here. After giving the address, he hung up.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He wanted to know what happened. I told him we’d explain when he gets here.” Sean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No point doing it twice.”

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Nearly everyone who passed us in the hallway did a double–take, staring at my ruined wedding dress with wide eyes. I must have looked like something from a horror movie–a blood–soaked bride waiting outside an emergency room, mascara streaked down her

face.

“Angela, you should go home,” Sean said gently. “Take a shower, change your clothes. You don’t need to stay here. David and I can handle this.”

I shook my head firmly. “I’m not leaving.”

Something about Christopher’s words had felt final, like a goodbye. The way he’d spoken–apologizing, asking for forgiveness–had an air of desperate last confessions. And beyond that, he was here because of me. That knife had been meant for me. If he died…

I couldn’t finish the thought.

I pulled out Sean’s phone again and called Victoria. She answered immediately, concern evident in her voice.

“The children are very worried,” she said before I could even ask. “They’re still awake, asking about Christopher.”

“Can I speak to them?” I asked.

Victoria put the phone on video, and Aria’s tearful face filled the screen, Ethan’s appearing beside her a moment later.

“Mommy, is Uncle Christopher going to be okay?” Aria asked, her voice small and frightened.

I forced a smile. “The doctors are taking care of him right now, sweetie. He’ll be better soon.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “He said to tell you both that he wants to bring you presents next time he sees you.”