The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 307

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Angela POV

I paced the sterile hospital corridor, my borrowed clothes hanging loosely on my frame.

The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the linoleum floor, making everything look washed out and unreal.

Sean sat on a plastic chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his wedding suit rumpled and stained with Christopher’s blood.

The emergency room doors remained firmly shut. No matter how many times I approached the nurses‘ station, the answer was always the same: “The doctors are still working. We’ll update you as soon as we can.”

When David finally arrived, his face was pale with worry. His normally impeccable appearance was disheveled–tie askew, hair uncombed, as if he’d dropped everything and rushed over. His eyes widened when he saw us.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice strained.

Sean stood up, running a hand through his hair. “There was an incident at our wedding. A woman crashed the reception and attacked Angela with a knife. Christopher… he got between them.”

“A woman?” David frowned. “Who?”

Jennifer,” I said, the name bitter on my tongue. The one who kidnapped me five years ago.”

Recognition flashed across David’s face. “The woman who kidnapped you back then? The one who went to prison?”

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I nodded, leaning against the wall for support. My body felt heavy with exhaustion and worry. “Yes. She showed up at our wedding, claiming I had ordered someone to disfigure her face in prison.” I looked at David directly. “She was targeting me. Christopher stepped in and took the knife that was meant for me.”

After hearing the story, David began pacing back and forth, checking his watch every few minutes, his fingers drumming anxiously against his thigh–not the controlled behavior of an employee concerned for his boss, but the raw anxiety of someone fearing for a brother.

David’s expression shifted, something complicated passing behind his eyes. “How could I forget her? Christopher was furious when you were kidnapped. He even paid some prison connections to teach that woman a lesson.” He hesitate hen added, “Christopher has his violent tendencies sometimes, but I’ve never seen him hurt a woman before.”

My eyes widened. “So the scars on Jennifer’s face… Christopher arranged that?”

David shook his head slowly. “I don’t know the specifics. He just ordered someone to ‘teach her a lesson.‘ He never specified how.”

The revelation hit me like a physical blow. I slid down the wall until was sitting on the floor, my mind racing. It all felt like some twisted script written by fate. If Christopher hadn’t arranged Jennifer’s punishment, would she have shown up at our wedding seeking revenge? Would anyone have been hurt today?

“This is all my fault,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “If I hadn’t invited him to the wedding-”

David crouched down beside me, his hand firm on my shoulder.

“Don” he said fiercely. “Christopher made his choice. He knew exactly what he was doing when he stepped in front of that knife. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Please don’t blame yourself for His choice.”

Sean’s face had darkened with rage. He paced the corridor like a caged animal, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I’ll

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make sure that woman never sees daylight again,” he said, his voice old and deadly. “She’ll spend the rest of her miserable life behind bars. I’ll hire every lawyer in New York if I have to.”

But then again, Christopher had only done it because of what Jennifer had done to me. The cycle of violence seemed endless, each action triggering another, leading us to this moment–Christopher fighting for his life in an emergency room.