Semua Bab Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Bab 241 - Bab 250

THE conference table was still warm from handshakes. Papers neatly aligned. Pens set aside. Signatures drying in quiet finality.Amelia stood tall at the head of her office table, the final document resting confidently beneath her palm as she extended her hand toward the visiting team.“Congratulations,” the lead negotiator said with a broad smile. “That was sharp execution.”Amelia’s smile was controlled but radiant. “Thank you. We believe this partnership will be mutually profitable.”“Profitable?” one of the men laughed. “With you steering it? Absolutely.”Ryan stood slightly behind her, arms folded proudly, while two executive committee members flanked the side. The atmosphere in the room was buoyant, filled with relief, admiration, a hint of awe.It wasn’t just another deal. It was a strategic one. And Amelia had closed it flawlessly.As the final handshake ended, the visitors began gathering their folders.“Looking forward to working closely with your team,” Amelia added smooth

THE silence after her question felt suffocating.“Or what?” she had asked, eyes locked on him. “You want to deny your daughter?”Charles stared at her as if she had just accused him of murder.“What?” His voice cracked. “Deny my— Amelia, what are you even saying?”She folded her arms across her chest, the phone still in her hand.“Don’t play dumb with me.”“I’m not playing anything!” he shot back, panic rising visibly now. “This is insane.”“Inane?” she echoed sharply. “You have a child out there and you have been lying to me all these years.”“I don’t have a child!” he yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls. “I don’t!”She took a step back, her brows knitting together.“So now you are a deadbeat father and a liar?” she pressed. “Which one are we dealing with, Charles?”His chest heaved. He felt cornered. Trapped.“God!” he exclaimed, dragging both hands down his face. “Everything is blowing up because of one stupid message.”“One stupid message?” she repeated, incredulous. “With a

CHARLES had never known the way to Shantel’s house.Back when they were together, he had visited a handful of times, but heartbreak had erased familiarity. After the ugly breakup, after the shouting and the slammed doors and the pride, he had sworn never to return.Yet here he was.Because something far too important was at stake.Amelia’s voice accusing him of being a liar echoed in his head.The photo.The message.The humiliation and disgust in her eyes.He couldn’t sit and fold his arms.He had to get answers.It took him nearly an hour— asking an old mutual acquaintance, driving through unfamiliar streets, double-checking house numbers, but eventually he stood before a small bungalow with cream-painted walls and a black iron gate.His jaw tightened.This was it.He strode forward and knocked.Once.Twice.Then again, louder.His knocking grew frantic, echoing his racing pulse. Footsteps approached from inside, and the door opened.There stood Tiana.Shantel’s younger sister.Her

“WHAT?” Charles staggered back as though the word itself had struck him.Shantel didn’t flinch.“I said,” she repeated evenly, “Sunshine is alive.”The room felt too small. Too tight.His ears rang.“You are sick,” he whispered. “You are actually sick.”“I’m not.”“You told me she died!” he roared suddenly. “You said she died, Shantel!”She looked away briefly, jaw tightening.“You sent me a message,” he continued, voice breaking despite his anger. “You said she didn’t survive the illness. You said there was no money for treatment. You said you buried her.”“I know what I said.”“So you made me mourn my child!” he exploded. “I grieved her! I—” His voice cracked. “I cried for her.”Shantel folded her arms, defensive now. “You weren’t there.”“I wasn’t there because I was working!” he shot back. “I traveled so I could provide!”“You traveled because you always had something more important!” she snapped suddenly, years of resentment bubbling up. “It was always one trip, one opportunity,

VIVIAN returned home two days after she had left.The small gate clicked shut behind her as she dragged her pink coloured small suitcase through the veranda. The afternoon sun was still hanging lazily in the sky, casting long shadows across the tiled floor of the veranda. From the sitting room window, Fiona had already spotted her.The moment the door opened, Fiona sprang up from the couch, excitement lighting up her face.“Finally!” she exclaimed, hurrying toward the door. “Madam Vale has returned from her romantic getaway.”Vivian forced a small smile as she stepped inside, placing her bag beside the wall. Her movements were slow, almost mechanical.Fiona paused. Something was off.She had expected Vivian to walk in glowing with happiness— the kind of happiness that usually followed spending two whole days with a rich, attentive boyfriend. Vivian normally would have been talking nonstop already, laughing, showing pictures, flaunting gifts.But instead, she looked… drained.Her shoul