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Author: sheilla
last update publish date: 2026-03-11 15:24:58

MORNING sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of Amelia’s office, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. The city below was already alive with movement— cars crawling through traffic, people hurrying along sidewalks, and the distant hum of business beginning for the day.

Inside the office, however, the atmosphere was calm.

Amelia sat behind her large mahogany desk, flipping through a few documents that Ryan had brought earlier. Across from her, Ryan lounged comfortably in the chair,
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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   131

    THE road stretched endlessly ahead of him, but Valentine barely noticed it.His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles whitening with the pressure. The engine of Amelia’s car purred beneath him, steady and controlled, everything he was not at that moment.His mind was chaos.Vivian.Amelia.Adrian.The past.The lies.Everything Amelia had told him replayed in his head like a broken record he couldn’t shut off.He had sat there, in that living room, listening.At first, he had thought it was impossible.A mistake. A misunderstanding. But Amelia didn’t speak like someone guessing. She spoke like someone who knew.Every detail. Every memory. Every pain she had buried beneath years of strength and survival.And Vivian’s reaction?That wasn’t confusion. That wasn’t coincidence. That was guilt. Raw and undeniable one.Valentine exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.“Hmmm…”The sound left him like a restrained growl. Then it clicked. The restaurant. That fateful day when he had r

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

    THE couple walked up to the door, laughing and holding lovey-dovey, completely unaware of their surroundings. Valentine and Vivian.They walked up the path, fingers intertwined, laughter still hanging between them.Amelia stood at the door, her smile already beginning to fade as her eyes settled on the woman beside him.The woman didn’t notice.She was too engrossed— her gaze fixed on Valentine, her body leaning into his, her laughter soft and carefree.Amelia’s expression hardened.There still was something about her. Something familiar. Something buried.The duo got closer.Closer.And then—The laughter stopped.Vivian finally looked up, and her eyes met Amelia’s.And she froze. All the color drained from her face.“Jesus Christ!” she gasped.That was all Amelia needed.Confirmation. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was her.Vivian.The woman from years ago. The woman who had destroyed her home.Valentine looked between them, confusion immediately setting in.“What… what is it, bab

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

    SATURDAY morning came with a different kind of energy. Not peaceful. Not tense either. Just… deliberate. Amelia moved around the kitchen with quiet urgency, tying her hair into a loose bun as she checked the pot on the stove. The aroma of spices filled the air, warm and inviting, but her mind was elsewhere— calculating, preparing, anticipating. Everything had to be right, because today wasn’t just a visit, it was something else entirely. She reached for a tray when— “Mummy! Mummyyy!” Two identical voices rang through the house. Amelia didn’t need to turn. A small smile crept onto her lips. “In the kitchen!” she called. Moments later, Gabriel and Gaddiel came rushing in, fully dressed, their little sneakers squeaking slightly against the tiled floor. “Mummy, are we going now?” one of them asked excitedly. “Daddy said he is coming!” the other added, bouncing slightly. Amelia turned to face them, placing her hands on her hips. “Slow down, both of you,” she said, though her to

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   128

    FRIDAY came quicker than expected.The office was quieter than usual, most staff already scattered for lunch, leaving behind a low hum of distant chatter and the occasional clatter from the break room.Amelia sat behind her desk, flipping through a document with calm precision, her posture composed, her expression unreadable.Ryan sat across from her, one leg crossed over the other, going over a few figures on his tablet.“…so if we push the second phase to next quarter, we avoid unnecessary pressure on the team,” he concluded.Amelia nodded slightly.“That works. We will—”Her phone buzzed.Then again.And again.Ryan paused mid-sentence, his eyes drifting to the device on her desk as it lit up repeatedly.Charles.Charles.Charles.He raised a brow.Amelia didn’t touch it. Instead, she continued flipping through her document like nothing was happening.Ryan watched for a few seconds longer.The phone buzzed again.And again.Finally, he leaned back slightly, unable to ignore it anym

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   127

    THE week rolled by in a strange, almost suspicious kind of peace.No threats.No sudden confrontations.No dramatic surprises waiting behind every corner.For Amelia, that alone felt like a victory.Work flowed smoothly, the boys were cheerful, Hazel was doing well, and the small circle of people she trusted stayed close. Even Charles had been… manageable. Which was exactly why the calm felt temporary.By the middle of the week, Wednesday evening to be exact, Charles had just dropped Amelia off at her house after a brief hangout in town. Nothing extravagant— just coffee, light food, and casual conversation.And he paid!The night air was cool when the car rolled to a stop in front of her gate.Charles quickly stepped out and walked around the car, opening the passenger door for her like the gentleman he liked to pretend to be.“Thank you,” Amelia said with a soft smile as she stepped out.“Always,” Charles replied, closing the door gently.But neither of them moved immediately.The

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   126

    MORNING sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of Amelia’s office, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. The city below was already alive with movement— cars crawling through traffic, people hurrying along sidewalks, and the distant hum of business beginning for the day.Inside the office, however, the atmosphere was calm.Amelia sat behind her large mahogany desk, flipping through a few documents that Ryan had brought earlier. Across from her, Ryan lounged comfortably in the chair, a mug of coffee in his hand.He watched her for a moment before speaking.“Well,” he finally said with a grin, “I would say yesterday was a success.”Amelia lifted her eyes from the papers and leaned back slightly in her chair.“A success indeed,” she replied calmly.Ryan chuckled.“I can’t imagine the look on her face when the police walked in.”Amelia smirked faintly.“That woman had the audacity to walk into Adrian’s house and start laying claims on a child she abandoned.”Ryan shook his hea

  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   016

    SHE still didn't respond, but just kept fumbling with her phone. Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “Claire… why are you fumbling like that?”Seated at the far end of the couch, she had been battling with that phone ever since it started buzzing insistently. The screen lit up, vibrated again, but Claire’s fi

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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   008

    THE next morning crept in softly, sunlight filtering through the blinds of the suburban house. Birds chattered outside, their songs piercing the quiet stillness of dawn. For once, Adrian was not in bed, nor hunched over his phone checking emails. He was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, an apron t

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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   015

    HE sat up, now seated across from her. His face showed that concern. What about Leonard now? He needed to be sure what he heard.“About who?” his voice cut through the silence of the bedroom, his tone carrying both worry and irritation.“Leonard,” she repeated, softer this time, her gaze dropping t

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  • Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)   088

    ADRIAN'S hand, still resting on the doorknob, stiffened. His eyes narrowed, scanning the stranger who now sat confidently behind the desk that should have belonged to Amelia.The man leaned back slightly, composed, almost annoyingly unbothered. “Good morning,” he said, his voice calm and measured.

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-23
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