All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

ADRIAN sighed deeply as the line went dead in his ear. For a few seconds he remained still, the phone pressed against his temple as though willing the call to reconnect. Amelia had hung up on him. Just like that. Calm, decisive and unmoved. The decision had been made. Hazel would be moving to the boarding section of her school, and there was nothing he could do about it.He lowered the phone slowly and placed it on his desk.‘Hazel, I’m sorry,’ he thought.He leaned back in his leather chair, exhaling through his nose before straightening up again. Work. He needed to drown himself in work. It was the only thing that did not argue back.He pulled a document closer and began scribbling on it, his pen moving faster than usual, almost aggressively. Figures, corrections, side notes. He barely blinked as he switched between the printed sheets and his open laptop. Emails blinked in the corner of the screen, reminders popped up, but he ignored them all. His jaw was tight, his brows furrowed.

HAZEL safely got home.The minute she stepped into the living room, Gabriel and Gaddiel— who had been sitting cross-legged on the couch watching a cartoon— snapped their heads toward the door.“Hazel!” Gaddiel cried out first, jumping to his feet.They both ran to her at once.“Where have you been?” Gabriel asked, grabbing her hand. “Mommy has been looking everywhere for you.”“Yes!” Gaddiel added quickly. “She was shouting. She is worried. Where did you go?”Hazel dropped her bag by the door and pulled both boys into a tight hug. She squeezed them harder than usual, her chin resting briefly on Gabriel’s head. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling.But she said nothing.The boys pulled back slightly, studying her face.“Why are your eyes red?” Gabriel asked.Hazel hissed softly under her breath and began walking past them into the living room.“Why is she worried about my whereabouts when she has decided to send me away?” she muttered bitterly.The twins froze mid-step and l

SHANTEL’S room no longer looked like a bedroom. It looked like a war room.The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing only a filtered stream of evening light to spill across the floor. On the bed lay printed photographs— Amelia stepping out of her car, Amelia at the resort café on a Tuesday afternoon, Amelia at a charity gala, poised and untouchable. Each picture had tiny notes scribbled beneath them in red ink.**Tuesdays — 2:15 p.m. — corner seat.Prefers latte. No sugar.Usually alone.Assistant sometimes calls at 2:40 p.m.**Her desk was worse.Magazines featuring Amelia’s interviews were stacked in uneven piles. One was flipped open to a page where Amelia spoke about resilience and rebuilding after betrayal. Shantel had underlined a sentence so hard the paper nearly tore.*“Trust is fragile. Once broken, it changes you.”*She smirked.“Oh, it does,” she muttered.Beside the magazines lay a notepad filled with rehearsed sentences.*You inspire me, Ms. Harlow.**I have always admire

AMELIA almost burst out laughing at the boys’ reaction, but she quickly pressed her lips together, trying to cage it in. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she watched them stare at her like she had just announced the end of the world.“Mommy, a trip?” Gaddiel shouted dramatically, both arms flung wide open as though he was presenting her to an invisible audience.“A trip for what?” Gabriel joined, equally theatrical, mirroring his brother’s pose.That did it.Amelia burst into laughter, the sound rich and warm as it filled the dining room.“You two aren’t serious,” she said between laughs, placing the serving spoon down for a moment to steady herself.The twins exchanged confused glances and shrugged in perfect synchronization.“What?” Gabriel protested.“Yes, what is funny?” Gaddiel added, brows furrowed.Still smiling, Amelia reached for the bowl of steamed vegetables and began scooping generous portions onto their plates.“My loves,” she said gently, “it is just a trip. One week.

FINALLY — The Bahamas.The chauffeur carefully lowered her suitcase in front of the tall double doors of the pent room, straightened his jacket, and doffed his hat respectfully.“Welcome, ma’am. I hope your stay exceeds expectations.”Amelia gave him a graceful nod, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Thank you.”He matched off down the plush-carpeted hallway, polished shoes barely making a sound, leaving her alone in the quiet luxury of the private floor.For a brief second, she simply stood there.Then she reached for the handle and pushed the doors open.The breath left her lungs.“Wow,” she was forced to exclaim.The space was massive, not just big, but sprawling. The living area stretched out in warm creams and golds, the floor gleaming marble that reflected the soft recessed lighting overhead. A grand chandelier hung tastefully from the center of the ceiling, delicate crystals catching the light and scattering it like faint stars.Directly ahead stood a wall of floor-to-ceilin