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Author: sheilla
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-10 14:55:28

SHE got up from her kneeling position, the phone slipped off her hand and fell with a lazy thud on the bed, as she kept on screaming.

“Jesus, Jesus!” She continued screaming, her voice sharp, jagged, as though the very air had betrayed her.

“What?”

She looked at him, her hand cupped over her mouth, trembling. He was now stretching, half-awake, still caught between dream and reality.

Adrian stirred and woke up, opening his eyes. Curiosity spread across his face, his brows knitting into a line of
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If Amelia was going to continue to stay with him in marriage for reason of their daughter which I weren’t surprised of I would be very disappointed with her .. at her weakness and no self respect.
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    IT was Gaddiel’s idea, which meant it didn't come as a subtle suggestion they had agreed on. He announced it at breakfast on a Saturday, three weeks after the hospital. “We should go somewhere,” he spoke up immediately. “All of us. Like a trip?" Amelia looked up from her food and stared at her son. “Where did you have in mind?” “The nature park.” He said it like it was obvious. “With the birds and the walking trails and the place where we had the picnic that one time.” “The one where you dropped your sandwich and blamed Gabriel?” Amelia asked with a small smile tugging at her lips. “I didn’t blame him,” Gaddiel said. “I just said he was nearby.” “I was in the car,” Gabriel corrected his twin. “You were near... by the car.” Gaddiel didn’t even pause. Amelia looked between them, her suspicious heckles rising. “Who else is coming on this trip?” “You,” Gaddiel said. “Me. Gabriel. Hazel.” He paused and lowered his voice. “And Dad.” She put her cup down. This was the fifth time thi

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   150

    THE days after were the slow kind. Amelia was in her office when Ryan knocked and leaned against the doorframe the way he always did when he was about to say something she didn’t want to hear.“You need to take the week off,” he said worriedly, his brows drawing together.She didn’t look up from the file she was reviewing. “I’m fine, Ryan. I've already told you that.”“That’s what you always say.” Ryan pointed out.“Because it’s always true.”Ryan came in and sat down across from her. He didn’t say anything else. He just sat there with his arms crossed, watching her with the careful attention of someone who had known her long enough to know exactly how stubborn she could be.She made it three more minutes before she looked up. “What do you want? Why are you still here, Ryan? I'm trying to work!”“Work? You haven't been productive ever since you came to work, and you know it. I'm sorry, I know I may be pushing my boundaries right now, but you need to take some time off from work so you

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   149

    THE corridor of the hospital was cold, with pale blue colours that just made Amelia's depression worse. It smelled offensive in the antiseptic kind of way. T strip lights made everything look slightly unreal. Amelia sat in a plastic chair with her back straight and her hands in her lap and her eyes fixed on the set of double doors at the end of the corridor, which had not opened in forty-seven minutes.She was still in the clothes she had been wearing on Chambers Street. She had not looked at them directly. She understood, from the way the paramedic had handed her a small sealed bag of something at the scene, that this was a practical consideration she would have to attend to at some point. She tucked it away, not caring to check what it was.Ryan arrived first, having apparently been called by someone whose identity she would ask about later. He sat beside her and did not immediately speak, which was one of the things she had always valued most about him. He was simply there, which w

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   148

    THEY were on Chambers Street when it happened.It was a Saturday afternoon and they had come back to the gallery district because Ifeanyi had been told by a colleague about a bookshop two doors down from the gallery that specialized in architectural texts, and he wanted to find a specific out-of-print title. Then, Amelia had said she would come because she needed a Saturday that did not involve spreadsheets and the bookshop was supposedly excellent.It was excellent. She spent forty minutes in it and left with three books she hadn't planned to buy, which she considered a mark of quality.They were walking back toward the car park on the broad tree-lined pavement, Amelia with her books under one arm and Ifeanyi explaining something about the relationship between post-war housing design and community deterioration, which she was genuinely following despite everything, when she saw him.It was the rigid pose that caught her attention first... the way he was standing on the opposite pavem

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   147

    FRIDAY was unremarkable. That was the thing Amelia would think about afterward. Of how completely ordinary it had been.She had woken at six-fifteen, made breakfast for the boys, sent Hazel off with her project materials, sat through a morning of back-to-back calls about the resort expansion, eaten lunch at her desk, and left the office at four-thirty because Ryan had told her she was starting to look like someone who lived there, and that was not a compliment.Ifeanyi had texted her at noon: *Free tonight? There is an architecture exhibit at the gallery on Chambers Street. Opens at six. Come with me, it will be good.*She had replied: *I have to sort the boys first. Seven-thirty?**Seven-thirty works.*She went home, fed the boys, helped Gabriel with a particularly contentious maths problem that turned out, once they worked through it, to be less contentious than he had believed, and read with Gaddiel for twenty minutes before Hazel came to take over the bedtime routine."You are goi

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   146

    CHARLES had stopped answering the door which was a knew thing to his friends that new him very well. Charles had always been a man who moved towards people and always made himself the center of attraction in whatever room he entered because he understood instinctively that presence was money, and he had spent his whole life cashing it. But right now, he drowned in self hatred. With all the money he had made, he never thought of getting his own place, instead of crashing at his friend's. Who knew this would happen.Charles phone rang on the nightstand and he went to switch it off as usual, until he saw the caller ID and his hands hovered around the phone for a few seconds. He debated on picking the call from his estranged brother, but later agreed."What are you calling me for? To mock?" Charles voice was harsh. He had not spoken to his brother in years, and the only time he deemed it necessary to call was when he had been publicly humiliated."Not quite." His brother's voice was low.

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   007

    MONDAY morning arrived with the kind of quiet confidence Amelia had learned to wear like perfume.At Satin and Sage’s parking lot, her car rolled into its designated space smoothly, the engine cutting off with a soft hum. Amelia stepped out, the early sun catching immediately on her smart, delibera

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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   130

    MORNING came in a frenzy. At exactly 9am on the dot saw Adrian at Amelia's apartment. The house was unusually quiet. Why not? Time was meticulously planned. Hazel had left for school, Betty and the twins had stepped out for a morning walk, leaving Amelia alone with her thoughts— and her mother, qui

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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   sheilla's note

    Dear Amazing Readers, again 😊🤍If you are here, it means you stayed.You read through the pain, the mistakes, the love that came too late, and you wondered ‘what happens after?’This sequel is not about starting over.It is about consequences, healing, and the kind of love that must fight its way

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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   129

    THE house was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against the ears and weighed on the chest. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the soft ticking of the wall clock, and the occasional whisper of wind brushing against the windowpane were the only sounds. Every other light in the house was

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