All Chapters of It's Too Late Now: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

•Scott POV•I shoved a hand through my hair and tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my chest aching so badly that it felt like someone was squeezing the air right out of me. I hated that I feel this way, that one glance at her was enough to tear open everything I had buried."Scott, my love, what’s happening?" Layla’s voice trembled slightly beside me. "You almost got us killed."I didn’t answer. I just started the car and pulled back onto the road, ignoring her worried glances. Her words were nothing but noise right now, and I didn’t have the patience to deal with them.“Scott, talk to me!” she pressed. “It’s Cassie, isn’t it? She’s the reason you’re acting like this. Have you forgotten what she did?”“Layla, I don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered through gritted teeth, eyes locked on the road ahead.She scoffed and turned toward the window, finally going silent, and the sudden quiet felt like the first breath of air after being underwater too long.By the time I reached th

•Cassie POV•The elevator chimed open and I stepped out of it, taking in the cool air from the room before exhaling slowly. I just couldn’t give Scott the satisfaction of making me feel uneasy whenever I saw him. Besides, I wasn’t the Cassie he once knew.The Cassie he broke. I’m Lauren Lewis now, wife of the richest man in Paris.My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked into the small café. The place was neatly kept with only a few staff around, and a lady stood behind a marble-tiled counter, smiling as soon as she noticed me.“Good morning, Mrs. Lewis,” she greeted politely.“Morning, Helen. Can I please get a cup of coffee with a little cream?” I asked. She nodded with a slight bow and moved over to the other side of the counter. I watched as she picked up a cup and poured coffee into it.“Hello ma'am,” a voice said from behind me. I turned and saw a young man in a green shirt approaching me. My brows knitted together, I hadn’t seen him before. And if Jerald had hired

•Cassie POV•I watched Scott walk through the door, my stomach tightening in irritation. Why was he trying so hard to get my attention? My eyes flicked away, pretending I hadn’t noticed him staring. My jaw clenched, and I pressed my lips together, trying to focus on anything else.Jerald must have noticed the shift in my shoulders because he stood, his movements smooth and deliberate. The moment he stepped closer, my heart eased a little. He reached for my hand, the warmth of his palm brushing mine, and I looked up into his calm, steady eyes. “Are you okay, my love?” he asked, quiet but full of concern.I tried to smile, forcing it out, though I felt a little raw inside. “Yes,” I said, my voice soft.He drew me in gently, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I let myself melt into him for a few seconds. “Is he bothering you?” he asked, his words low and careful, like he was trying to catch the truth without pushing too hard. “I saw how he was staring at you.”I shook my head. “No.

•Scott POV•I brushed my hand through my hair as I sat in the car, thinking. The image of Cassie filled my thoughts, the way she looked at me with hate and fear. If only I could change that, but the more I think about it, the more impossible it feels. I sighed deeply and got out of the car, grabbed the document from the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut.I’m such a fool. A fool for thinking I was doing that to her back then, I shouldn't have cheated with her and acted all stupid. All she did was love me, I didn't know how much I had hurt her until now.I shook my head as if I could brush the thought away. The house was silent as I walked toward the door. It slid open, giving me a full view of the living room. I walked past it and made my way into the bedroom. Tossing the file on the round glass table by the window, I loosened my tie and reached for the bottle of liquor. The burn hit my throat hard as I gulped it down.“I know it won’t be that hard to get you back,” I muttered

•Cassie POV•I turned on the bed and sat up, looking around the room for Jerald, but he wasn’t sleeping next to me as he usually did every morning.The space beside me felt cold. I reached out and touched the pillow, frowning. Where could he have gone so early?I got out of bed, slipped my feet into my slippers, and walked out of the room. The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that made me uneasy. Maybe he had gone to check on Cara. That thought gave me a little comfort, so I made my way toward her room.When I opened the door, the bed was empty. The little blanket I tucked her in with last night was folded neatly but she wasn't there.I sighed, closing the door softly behind me. A small smile tugged at my lips as a thought crossed my mind, maybe they were hiding somewhere to surprise me for my birthday.Pretending not to suspect anything, I walked down the stairs slowly, my hand brushing against the railing. The faint sound of voices came from the living room as I reached the la