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 151 - チャプター 160

THE restaurant was alive with music, laughter, and clinking glasses. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting soft, golden light across the marble-topped tables. Outside, the city glittered like a thousand stars reflected on the glass buildings, but inside, Charles sat comfortably, a glass of deep red wine in his hand, leaning back in his chair as though the world belonged to him.Across the table, two of his closest friends, Julian and Marcus, each had an arm around a stunning lady whose elegance seemed to shift with every gesture, like water flowing effortlessly. Their dresses shimmered under the light, their hair perfectly styled, and the confidence in their smiles spoke volumes. They laughed at a joke Julian had just cracked, tilting their heads back in unison, their jeweled earrings catching the light as they did.Charles watched them for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips. He sipped his wine slowly, the red liquid sliding down smoothly, leaving the taste of oa

EXACTLY three days later, and Charles still hadn’t called.Not once. Not even a missed call. A mistake. Anything.Minutes had turned into hours, hours into days, and a full three days rolled by in cruel silence. No apology. No explanation. No excuse dressed up as concern. Not even a careless text message. Nothing. The absence of his voice pressed on Amelia’s nerves like a weight she couldn’t shrug off, tightening around her chest, creeping into her thoughts when she least expected it.She tried not to think too much about it. Truly, she did. But thoughts had a way of misbehaving when given too much room. Questions she didn’t want began to surface anyway. Had he ignored her deliberately? Had he decided she wasn’t worth the effort? Or worse, had he simply moved on, unaffected, unbothered, while she sat here replaying everything over and over?It cornered her. Tightly. So tightly.By Friday morning, routine was the only thing keeping her sane.The house buzzed with its usual early-day rh

SATURDAY came quietly, wrapped in the pale hush of dawn, in the wee hours of the morning.Amelia was still deep in sleep when her phone began to ring, the vibration buzzing insistently against the bedside table. She groaned softly, turning on her side and blindly reaching out. Her fingers brushed the phone, and with a sleepy frown, she brought it closer, squinting at the screen.She intended to silence it.Instead, her thumb slid the wrong way.“Hey, baby.”The voice slipped into her ear like a whisper she had imagined too many times over the past three days.Amelia froze.Her eyes flew open, sleep vanishing instantly as her heart slammed hard against her ribs. She pushed herself upright, the duvet falling loosely around her waist as she stared at the glowing screen in disbelief.Charles.Her fiancé.Her boyfriend of three years.Her fiancé of less than two weeks.“Hey baby,” the voice came again, warmer now. “Are you there?”She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Ch… Charles?” she

THE living room was tense, every sound exaggerated in the heavy silence that had suddenly fallen. Adrian, now standing by the couch where Hazel had just stepped back, looked at Amelia with a mixture of caution and defiance. The kids, previously laughing and playing, now huddled together on the edge of the sofa, their eyes wide and uncertain, sensing the storm brewing between their parents.Amelia’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her eyes were sharp, her voice slicing through the air.“You have some nerve showing up here today, Adrian.”Adrian raised his hands slightly in a calming gesture, though his jaw remained firm. “Amelia, it is Saturday. I promised Hazel I would come. I promised the boys I would take them out. I’m here, aren’t I?”“I don’t care if you promised anyone!” Amelia snapped, her voice rising. “You weren’t even scheduled to see them this week! You know the schedule! You weren’t supposed to be here until next week, and you show up anyway. What gives you t

VIVIAN enjoyed the suspense she was keeping her friend in, but Fiona was so impatient. She nudged her.“Hey.”“Relax, babe,” Vivian said, laughing as she raised both hands in surrender. “His name is Vale.”Fiona froze.“Vale?” she repeated slowly, rolling the name on her tongue. “Okay… okay. I like it already. Go on.”Vivian smiled, shifting on the couch to face her fully. “He just finished his master's like six months ago.”“Master’s?” Fiona echoed, her brows lifting. “In what, please? Don’t tell me it is one of those ‘I studied vibes’ courses.”Vivian burst out laughing. “No, no. He studied Artificial Intelligence and Financial Technology.”Fiona’s jaw dropped.“Wait. What?” she shrieked. “AI and FinTech? Vivian!”“I know,” Vivian said, nodding proudly. “Very fresh. Very lucrative. Very serious.”“Oh my God,” Fiona groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “My Lord, I see what you are doing for others.”They both laughed.“So,” Fiona continued, leaning forward again, “he has be