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Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 100
ADRIAN sat behind his desk, the city lights spilling in through the tall glass windows of his office. The night was alive outside, but his thoughts were consumed within. Peter stood before him, a tablet in hand, scrolling carefully as he spoke.“You asked me to gather details on your wife's business ventures,” Peter began. “Well… it is more than just Satin & Sage now.”Adrian’s eyes lifted sharply. “What do you mean, more?”Peter cleared his throat, showing him the list. “She has expanded. There is Ames Roses, a high-end flower boutique that has become something of a hotspot for both weddings and corporate events. Then there is Azure Springs Resort, a luxury getaway that is already receiving glowing reviews and pulling in dignitaries from out of state. Not to mention her partnerships with smaller fashion brands, quietly gaining traction.”Adrian leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as his gaze devoured the details. Each word seemed to strike him deeper.“She… she built al
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 099
THE room was quiet, too quiet, except for the steady tick of the clock on the nightstand. Amelia lay sprawled on her side, her eyes fixed on the ceiling though the lamp had long been switched off. The sheets tangled around her legs felt heavy, suffocating.Every time she closed her eyes, his face appeared. Adrian’s expression at the board meeting, the shock, the silence, the way his gaze clung to her like a shadow. It replayed over and over, as if her mind refused to let her rest.She shifted, punching the pillow beneath her head. It was no use. Her chest tightened with unspoken emotions, emotions of anger, hurt, but also something far more dangerous: the faint ache of old memories, the ones she thought she had buried.Rolling onto her back, Amelia pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead, whispering to the darkness, ‘Why now? Why did he have to come back now?’But the silence gave no answer, and still her heart raced as if it, too, was wide awake.***Adrian hadn’t slept wel
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 098
SOON, night came. The twins were finally asleep, their soft rhythmic breaths filling the nursery. Amelia lingered by their cribs for a moment longer, her hand brushing over their tiny blankets before she quietly slipped back into her room. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the night insects outside. But inside her mind, it was anything but quiet.She sat by her dresser, the warm lamplight casting a soft glow on her features. Removing her earrings one by one, Amelia caught her reflection in the mirror and froze. The image staring back wasn’t the Amelia of months ago, that fragile, broken, unsure Amelia. No. This was a woman transformed. Impeccable. Grounded. A mother twice over, a businesswoman with empires thriving under her hand.Yet the events of the day replayed like a broken record.Adrian’s eyes widening the moment she walked into the boardroom. The way his voice trembled when he attempted to speak, as though his words were betraying his heart. And then, the shock
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 097
THE hum of the city outside faded into the background as Amelia Cole stepped into her office at Satin & Sage. The glass walls reflected her poise, her stride as sharp as the clicking of her heels across the polished marble floor. Gone was the weary woman of sleepless nights and silent tears, of course, months ago, this Amelia was sculpted by fire. Confident, sophisticated and untouchable.Ryan followed closely, balancing his tablet and a slim file, his usual calm demeanor intact. He knew her well enough to recognize that the slight stiffness in her shoulders meant she was holding something back.Amelia dropped her bag on the desk with measured grace, but her eyes, usually so composed, narrowed as she turned to face him.“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice cool but carrying the weight of accusation.Ryan looked up from the file, puzzled. “Tell you what?”“Where the board meeting was being held,” she pressed, her tone tightening. “You knew it was at Cole’s Holdings, Ryan. Yo
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 096
ADRIAN’S steps were heavy as he walked back into the tall glass building, his jaw tightened, eyes shadowed with the storm brewing inside him. The echoes of laughter, applause, and lingering chatter of dignitaries trailed faintly behind him, but he ignored them all. Some even greeted, hailed him, all trying to get his attention, but he wasn't in the mood for that, he ignored them.For the first time in years, Adrian Cole, the man who had always commanded every room he walked into, couldn’t muster the will to smile or acknowledge the greetings that came his way.The board meeting had ended, but the shock of what he had just witnessed still pulsed in his veins. Amelia. His Amelia. Not only had she returned, more radiant and untouchable than ever, but she had walked out with Ryan, with an air of sophistication and authority that made her seem untouchable. And then… the twins. His twins, his children, identical and striking, even from a distance. His kids.The image of the nanny gently adj
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 095
THE minute they walked away, he sank into a seat, sitting stiffly, his hands gripping the polished edge of the table. Dignitaries and colleagues were already filing out with polite nods and murmurs of thanks, but his eyes were fixed on the doorway through which Amelia had walked out. She had conducted herself with poise, immaculate in her tailored suit, every word measured, every gesture confident. She was radiant, powerful, and… utterly unreachable.He couldn’t breathe properly. Not because of her business acumen, not because of the way she had commanded the room, but because of what he hadn’t expected.Adrian’s heart thudded violently. Something about the way she moved, the gentle sway in her steps, was different.Suddenly, he shoot up from his seat and walked out the door, ignoring Peter's calls. From a distance, he trailed her and Ryan, making sure no one noticed him lingering in the lobby. Through the large glass doors, he saw Amelia approach her car. Ryan carried her laptop bag,
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