Semua Bab Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Bab 201 - Bab 210

SHANTEL’S room was arranged like a war table.More photographs of Amelia clipped to a board. Notes written in careful ink. Timelines mapped out with arrows and question marks. At the center of the desk lay her jotter, opened to a fresh page with bold letters at the top:TUESDAY – 2PM – RESORT CAFÉ.The one she had underlined twice.Every Tuesday, like ritual, Amelia Harlow spent her afternoon at the café inside her very own resort. Same corner. Same order. Same time frame. She knew this info at the tip of her fingers.Predictability was comfort to some people. To Shantel, it was leverage.She glanced at the clock. 2:03 p.m.Her alarm chimed softly at 2:05.She dropped her pen immediately and picked up her phone.No call. No message. Her brows drew together. That was unusual, unexpected.Her informant had been instructed to text the minute Amelia stepped into the café. A simple: “She is here.”Nothing.“It is still early,” she muttered to herself, setting the phone back down.Perhaps A

THE twins had barely finished toweling their faces and dragging combs through their hair before they were out of the bedroom like a pair of unleashed rockets.“Last one downstairs is a sleepy turtle!” Gaddiel shouted as he flung the door open.“You are the turtle!” Gabriel shot back, sprinting into the hallway.They were just about to take off toward the staircase when they collided with a solid figure turning the corner.“Oof!”Strong hands instinctively steadied them before either could topple over.“Hey Daddy, you are back!” Gabriel screamed, instantly recognizing him.“You are back so early!” Gaddiel joined, already clinging to Adrian’s waist.Adrian staggered back a step under the force of two energetic boys launching themselves at him.“Woah! Woah! Woah!” he laughed, trying to gather them both into his arms without losing balance. “Careful! I just walked in.”“You didn’t even call!” Gabriel accused playfully.“You surprised us!” Gaddiel added, craning his neck up at his father.A

“BE good for your father and don’t turn the house upside down,” she laughed lightly into the phone, and the boys’ giggles followed her even after the call ended.Amelia slowly lowered the phone from her ear, the smile still lingering on her lips like a soft aftertaste. For a brief moment, she remained seated, staring at the blank screen as though she could still hear their excited chatter echoing from it. Gabriel had insisted on telling her, in dramatic detail, how “extremely professional” George was, while Gaddiel kept interrupting to narrate how beautiful Wendy was, as if he had just discovered a rare treasure. Even Adrian’s voice had drifted into the background at some point, steady and amused, reminding them all to let their mother breathe.It warmed her.No matter the chaos, no matter the secrets, no matter the silent wars brewing beneath the surface of her life, her children remained her anchor. And hearing them happy, sounding genuinely happy, did something to her heart she cou

DINNER had been unexpectedly warm.Not extravagant, not formal. Just warm and simple.The long dining table that usually felt too large for three now felt comfortably filled, Adrian at the head, the twins on either side, George seated modestly toward the end, and Wendy beside her father.Conversation flowed easily.Gabriel had been the first to break the ice.“So, Wendy,” he began, sitting straighter than usual, “what grade are you in?”Wendy smiled politely. “Fourth.”Gaddiel’s eyes widened. “You are older than us.”“By a year,” she replied playfully.“That explains why you look… you know…” Gabriel trailed off.“Like what?” Wendy asked, amused.“Like you know more things,” Gaddiel jumped in quickly, trying to recover the moment.Adrian raised a brow. “More things?”Gabriel nodded very seriously. “Important things.”George cleared his throat to hide a chuckle.Wendy simply laughed softly. “I’m not sure about that.”The meal had been simple but comforting— roasted chicken with herb

HAZEL leaned in, her curiosity instantly piqued.“Shouting?” she repeated. “Like arguing with someone or just… shouting?”Amaka shook her head. “That is the weird part. I didn’t hear another voice. It sounded like he was yelling at someone, but I couldn’t tell who. Or maybe he was on the phone? I don’t know.”Hazel frowned. “Was he drunk or something?”“That was my first thought,” Amaka admitted. “But it didn’t sound like drunken slurring. It was clear. Angry. Like… furious.”Hazel’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “What was he saying?”“I couldn’t catch everything,” Amaka said, frustration creeping into her tone. “My mom kept telling me to mind my business and close the window. But I heard him say something like, ‘I have told you, next week, I will send the money’ And then something about getting on with a job.”Hazel’s heart gave a small, involuntary jump.“Money? A job?” she repeated.“Yeah. It was suspicious.” Amaka hugged herself slightly as if remembering the chill of it. “He eve