Todos los capítulos de Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

THE morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows of Amelia’s sitting room, spilling golden warmth across the plush cream rug where the two bassinets sat side by side. The quiet hum of domestic life filled the air: the low rustle of Beth folding baby clothes, Hazel’s soft giggles as she dangled a rattle above one of the twins, and Ryan’s low voice humming some cheerful tune from the kitchen as he set the kettle to boil.Ryan had insisted on settling some stuffs in the kitchen since Mrs. Harlow wasn't in at the moment, although Amelia had tried to stop him, but she couldn't, he insisted.Amelia leaned back against the couch, exhaustion painted across her delicate features though her eyes never strayed far from her babies. Ethan and Evan, her boys, her pride, her new strength. Every gurgle, every tiny stretch of their arms tugged at something deep within her, something that reminded her why she had chosen this path: to build a life without Adrian, to prove she was whole even withou

MORNING sun spilled through the large glass windows of Satin and Sage, casting warm light across the boutique’s polished floors and elegantly arranged racks. Amelia paused at the threshold, taking a deep breath as she adjusted her blazer. It was her first day back after three months of maternity leave, and although she had stayed active in managing the businesses from home, stepping back into the public space felt entirely different.Hazel had insisted on accompanying her, carrying her school bag and chattering excitedly about how cool it would be to see Mommy at work. The twins, of course, remained safely under the watchful eye of Beth and Ryan.“Are you ready, Mom?” Hazel asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.Amelia smiled down at her daughter. “As ready as I will ever be, Hazel. Let’s go make today count.”They entered the boutique together, and the familiar scent of freshly polished wood, perfumes, and luxury fabrics greeted Amelia. Satin and Sage had grown under her careful

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,

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

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