Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ADRIAN leaned back in his chair, staring at the scribbled notes scattered across his dining table. He had been drilling himself all week, turning the lessons from countless YouTube videos into strategies, determined to put them into practice. No more boardroom tactics. This was about Amelia, about family, about proving he wasn’t the selfish and cheating man she thought he was.His laptop pinged. A FaceTime request. He smiled the instant he saw the name flash across the screen. It was his daughter.“Daddy!” she squealed the moment her little face appeared. She was practically bouncing in excitement.Adrian’s heart softened in ways it rarely did for anyone else. “Pumpkin, what has got you smiling so big?”“My school project!” she said proudly, holding up a messy poster board with glitter and crooked letters. “We have to present it next week, and guess what? Parents can come and watch! Can you come, Daddy? Please? It’s on Thursday!”Adrian’s chest tightened. Her eyes shone with the kind

THE echoes of Hazel’s presentation still lingered in Amelia’s heart long after the school auditorium emptied. Hazel had stood tall, her planets neatly lined on the board, her voice steady as she explained the solar system. And then, the very moment Adrian had walked in, the look of bewilderment on their daughter’s face. Hazel’s face had lit up like a thousand stars, and she had run to hug him, giving rise to that sweet father-daughter moment they had. And how about the hug at the end of the presentation? That family embrace?That night, as Amelia tucked Hazel into bed, her daughter whispered, “Mommy, I wish you and Daddy could be together again. You both looked so nice standing beside me today.”Amelia had kissed her forehead, dismissing the thought with a soft smile, but Hazel’s words had planted something stubborn in her little heart.Two days later, Amelia thought it was just another casual Saturday. Hazel bounced into her room, dressed neatly and excited. “Mommy, can we go out to

THE drive home was nothing but tensed— inside the car with Hazel, even Hazel could feel the tension. And it was a silent ride too, neither of them spoke up. Calmness drove all the way home with them.The minute they dropped off at home, the calm shattered.Amelia paced the living room, her pulse racing. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.Hazel had said it was just the two of them hanging out, how come he was there?‘Just the two of us.’ Her words echoed.Had Adrian influenced Hazel? Manipulated her? Planted an idea? Which exactly did he do?The questions ran mad in her head, making her boil in anger.“What's the meaning of all these?” She rhetorically asked, reaching for her phone.It almost trembled in her fingers as she typed a short text.**Meet me at 7:30. Same place we had coffee today. Don’t be late.**Then she pressed send.“We have to iron this out,” she finished and stormed into her room.Meanwhile, at the other end, Adrian read the message at once. His ey

Dear Amazing Readers,I honestly don’t even know where to begin. Every time I see an unlock, a read, a review, or even a silent follow, my heart swells with gratitude. You chose this story. You chose my words. And that alone means more to me than I can ever fully express.Thank you for staying with these characters, (especially Amelia) for feeling their pain, their love, their mistakes, and their growth. Thank you for reading late into the night, for unlocking chapters even when you didn’t have to, and for trusting me to take you on this emotional journey. Your support, every single one of you, keeps me writing, keeps me dreaming, and keeps this story alive.I also want to gently invite you to check out my other book, You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise. It’s a story woven with betrayal, divorce, and revenge, raw emotions, hard choices, and a powerful comeback. There’s also a touch of dark mystery lurking beneath the surface, yes… but no, I won't spill, go find out for yourself. If

THE house was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against the ears and weighed on the chest. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the soft ticking of the wall clock, and the occasional whisper of wind brushing against the windowpane were the only sounds. Every other light in the house was off. Hazel was asleep in her room, oblivious to the storm that had already passed through her life, and even the neighbors’ distant chatter had faded. The twins— in their room asleep already, along with Betty.Amelia sat in the living room, her shoulders stiff, hands resting loosely on her lap. Beside her, Mrs. Harlow leaned forward slightly, the gentle creases in her face deepened by concern and love. She had arrived after an urgent call from her daughter, sensing the need to be there for the long night ahead.“You are certain, Amelia?” Mrs. Harlow asked softly, voice careful, like she was handling something fragile. “You really want this? To… end it?”Amelia looked out the window, her eyes