Semua Bab Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Bab 221 - Bab 230

THE night air was cool, tinged with salt and the soft hum of the waves as Amelia followed Ifeanyi along the dimly lit path that led away from the resort. The lights lining the promenade faded gradually as they approached a more secluded area, and the soft rustle of leaves replaced the background noise of the bar.“I thought you would like this,” Ifeanyi said, pausing at the gate to a small private reserve adjoining the resort. “It is quiet, and there is not usually anyone around at this hour.”Amelia’s eyes widened. “A private reserve? Really?”He nodded. “Yeah. The resort sponsors it. Helps keep some of the local wildlife safe. Flamingos, turtles, a few parrots…”Her face lit up. “Flamingos? I love them!”They entered together, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet was the only sound besides the occasional distant call of a bird. A row of flamingos stood elegantly in shallow water, their heads tucked into their plumage as if posing for them. Amelia let out a quiet laugh.“T

GEORGE’S fingers tightened slightly around the towel at his waist.“Wen… Wendy, you haven’t gone to bed yet?” he asked gently, carefully masking the tension that had risen in his chest.She sat on the edge of his neatly made bed, hands folded in her lap, eyes lowered. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow on her face, and in that light he could see it clearly.She had been crying.He walked toward her slowly, each step deliberate.“Come on,” he said softly, sitting beside her but leaving just enough space so she wouldn’t feel crowded. “You and the twins were laughing not long ago. I thought you would all fall asleep right there from exhaustion.”There was no response.Her silence unsettled him more than tears would have.He leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. “Honey, tell me what it is. What is troubling you?”Wendy’s small shoulders rose and fell with a quiet breath. For a moment, he thought she wouldn’t answer.Then she lifted her face.Her eyes were glossy but steady.“Who is

“WHAT?!” Charles exploded, sitting upright as though the words had physically shoved him.On the other end, Amelia didn’t flinch.“You heard me.”“You are comparing me to him now?” His voice trembled with disbelief. “After everything you said about that man?”“I’m not comparing you,” she replied evenly. “I’m stating a fact.”“A fact?” he barked. “That you prefer your ex-husband?”“At least,” she said carefully, “he didn’t make me feel like an ATM.”The sentence hit harder than the previous one.Charles laughed, a short and disbelieving laugh.“Wow. So that is what I am now?”“You tell me,” she said. “Since I arrived in the Bahamas, you have called only once. Once, Charles. And that was after I had already received a series of calls from people who genuinely cared if I landed safely.”His eyes narrowed.“I have been calling you, and you have been ignoring me.”“Seriously?” she countered, her composure cracking slightly. “The second time you called me since I got here was two days after

THE realization hit her like a sting, sharp and sudden. He hadn’t shown up today. Amelia’s chest tightened, a flutter she hadn’t expected catching at her heart. ‘Why?’ she wanted to ask, wanted to know if something had kept him away, or if he had simply forgotten. But she held herself back, forcing her curiosity into quiet corners of her mind. The bartender gave no explanation, no hint of an excuse, and she let it slide, though it left an unusual emptiness lingering.Something in her shifted. Maybe it was the absence of his voice, or the missing warmth of his presence, or perhaps just the hollow ache of an expectation unmet. She drained the last of her drink in one long swallow, her lips brushing the rim of the glass with a faint, distracted sigh.Stepping out of the bar, Amelia let the soft sand sink beneath her bare feet. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of the ocean, whispering through the palms lining the shore. She walked along the beach alone, the gentle waves brushin

THE morning sun streamed through the boutique, casting a golden glow over the polished displays. Ryan was carefully adjusting a hat on a mannequin, making sure it sat just right, when a familiar voice called out behind him.“Ryan!”He spun around sharply, a small smile forming as he recognized the voice. It was Clara. Relief and surprise mingled in his expression— relief because he had heard her approach, surprise because he hadn’t expected her to be here.“Clara! Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked, straightening up and brushing imaginary dust from his hands.Clara laughed, shaking her head in mild exasperation. “Seriously? I came to see my friend of course. Stopped by at her office to drop off some designs and… guess what? One of the sales reps told me she is not on her seat. Not here. Not a word to anyone!”Ryan raised his eyebrows, glancing around as if checking that Amelia hadn’t suddenly appeared behind a corner. “She… didn’t tell you?”“Tell me what? Is she okay?” Clara a