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2025-12-27 17:55:17Dear Amazing Readers, again šš¤
If you are here, it means you stayed.
You read through the pain, the mistakes, the love that came too late, and you wondered āwhat happens after?ā
This sequel is not about starting over.
It is about consequences, healing, and the kind of love that must fight its way back from regret.
Some wounds donāt close easily.
Some apologies arrive too late.
And some stories are not meant to end quietly.
Thank you for walking into this next chapter with me.
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (My Ex-Wife's New Man)
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Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)Ā Ā Ā 151
IT was Gaddielās 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. āWe should go somewhere,ā he spoke up immediately. āAll of us. Like a trip?" Amelia looked up from her food and stared at her son. āWhere did you have in mind?ā āThe nature park.ā He said it like it was obvious. āWith the birds and the walking trails and the place where we had the picnic that one time.ā āThe one where you dropped your sandwich and blamed Gabriel?ā Amelia asked with a small smile tugging at her lips. āI didnāt blame him,ā Gaddiel said. āI just said he was nearby.ā āI was in the car,ā Gabriel corrected his twin. āYou were near... by the car.ā Gaddiel didnāt even pause. Amelia looked between them, her suspicious heckles rising. āWho else is coming on this trip?ā āYou,ā Gaddiel said. āMe. Gabriel. Hazel.ā He paused and lowered his voice. āAnd Dad.ā She put her cup down. This was the fifth time thi
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)Ā Ā Ā 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 didnāt want to hear.āYou need to take the week off,ā he said worriedly, his brows drawing together.She didnāt look up from the file she was reviewing. āIām fine, Ryan. I've already told you that.āāThatās what you always say.ā Ryan pointed out.āBecause itās always true.āRyan came in and sat down across from her. He didnāt 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. āWhat do you want? Why are you still here, Ryan? I'm trying to work!āāWork? 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)Ā Ā Ā 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)Ā Ā Ā 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)Ā Ā Ā 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)Ā Ā Ā 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)Ā Ā Ā 123
SUNDAY afternoons at the Cole mansion were usually calm.The large living room echoed softly with the sounds of a television program and the occasional laughter from the children. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, spilling warm light across the polished floor.Adrian sat comfortably on th
Last Updated : 2026-04-05Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)Ā Ā Ā 124
THE silence in the living room thickened like a heavy fog.Everyoneās heads turned toward the entrance.Standing at the doorway were Amelia, Charles, and three uniformed police officers.For a moment, nobody moved.The tension that had already filled the room now multiplied tenfold.Shantelās eyes
Last Updated : 2026-04-05Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)Ā Ā Ā 110
THE silence after her question felt suffocating.āOr what?ā she had asked, eyes locked on him. āYou want to deny your daughter?āCharles stared at her as if she had just accused him of murder.āWhat?ā His voice cracked. āDeny myā Amelia, what are you even saying?āShe folded her arms across her che
Last Updated : 2026-04-04Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back)Ā Ā Ā 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.āAbout who?ā his voice cut through the silence of the bedroom, his tone carrying both worry and irritation.āLeonard,ā she repeated, softer this time, her gaze dropping t
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