Semua Bab Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Bab 131 - Bab 140

…TWO YEARS LATER…THE morning sun poured through the windows, painting the living room in warm gold. Hazel laughed from the corner, sprawled on the rug with her sketchpad and crayons, creating worlds of color and imagination. The twins tumbled nearby, squealing and chasing each other around the couch, while Amelia sipped her coffee, her expression calm and composed.It was a simple scene— chaotic, noisy, alive— but to Amelia, it was perfect. For another freaking time in years, she felt in control, grounded, and whole. No lingering shadows of betrayal, no chasing ghosts of what could have been. Only the people she loved and the life she had chosen.Later that morning, there was a knock at the door. Adrian had arrived, in a calm, polite, and professional demeanour. He was to take the kids out for the day. Amelia opened the door, he expression neutral, and heart steady. She had learnt control over the years.“Good morning, Amelia,” Adrian said, offering a cautious smile.“Morning, Adrian,

THE bedroom was a quiet testament to how far she had come. She. Amelia. Now Amelia Harlow. Having dropped her husband's last name. No… ex-husband’s.Soft golden lights glowed from crystal wall sconces, reflecting off polished marble floors and a massive king-sized bed dressed in silk sheets the color of champagne. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline beyond, sheer curtains swaying gently as the evening breeze slipped in. Every piece of furniture was deliberate, custom-made, tasteful, expensive without screaming for attention. A woman who had survived storms lived here. And she had rebuilt beautifully.Seated on her velvet dressing stool, Amelia faced the mirror, her posture relaxed, confident. Time had been kind to her— no, generous. The six years that had passed since her life shattered had only refined her beauty. Her skin glowed, her curves softened into elegance, her presence radiated a quiet glamour that turned heads effortlessly.She lifted her hands to her hair, gat

IT was the dead of night, yet Amelia’s bedroom was alive with quiet energy. She paced slowly from the bed to the dressing table and back, her phone pressed against her ear. Her heart still raced from the evening’s unforgettable events, her mind replaying every single moment.“You certainly wouldn’t have believed it. He proposed tonight!” she said, trying to contain her laughter, though it bubbled up despite her efforts.There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “What?! Are you serious?” Clara’s voice carried both shock and delight.“Yes!” Amelia laughed, spinning in the center of the room, her slippers making soft sounds against the polished marble floor. “Can you believe it? I mean… I knew he was sweet, I knew he was attentive, but this? This completely took me by surprise.”Clara’s laughter rang warm and bright. “Amelia! You sound like a kid who just discovered the world isn’t cruel! I swear, I have never heard you so… giddy.”Amelia paused in front of the mirror, brush

DINNER had gone cold.Adrian sat alone at the long dining table, the overhead lights casting a muted glow over untouched cutlery and a half-finished glass of water. The house was quiet— too quiet, but he had grown used to that. Silence no longer unnerved him the way it once did. It had become his companion, his punishment, and sometimes, his peace.He leaned back slightly in his chair and picked up his phone, more out of habit than interest. Scrolling had become a reflex these days— news, business updates, market fluctuations, the occasional meaningless headline. Anything to keep his mind occupied once the twins had gone to bed and Hazel’s laughter no longer echoed through the halls— that's whenever they spend the day with him.Then his thumb slowed.And stopped.His eyes fixed on the screen.A photo filled it, bright, elegant, unmistakable.Amelia.Radiant. Laughing. Her head tilted slightly, eyes glowing with a happiness he hadn’t seen directed at him in years. And there, unmistakab

MONDAY morning arrived with the kind of quiet confidence Amelia had learned to wear like perfume.At Satin and Sage’s parking lot, her car rolled into its designated space smoothly, the engine cutting off with a soft hum. Amelia stepped out, the early sun catching immediately on her smart, deliberate dressing. She wore a tailored cream blazer cinched lightly at the waist over a silk emerald blouse, the fabric flowing just enough to soften the sharp lines of authority she carried so naturally. A pencil skirt hugged her hips without trying too hard, falling neatly to her knees, while nude stilettos elevated her elegant, controlled and unmistakably powerful posture. Her hair was pulled into a low, sleek bun, minimal makeup highlighting her cheekbones, a subtle gloss on her lips. The ring— new, glittering, impossible to miss— rested on her finger like a quiet declaration.She reached into the backseat, retrieved her structured leather bag, then clicked the car door shut with intention, tu