All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

FIONA gasped loudly.“Goodness gracious!”For a moment, neither of them spoke.The living room suddenly felt smaller, heavier, as though the air itself had thickened. Fiona slowly leaned back into the sofa, shaking her head in disbelief while Vivian sat there staring blankly at the floor.“This is bad,” Fiona finally muttered.Vivian let out a hollow laugh.“Bad huh?” she repeated quietly.Fiona rubbed her forehead as if trying to wipe away the entire situation.“Yes, bad. Very bad.” She leaned forward again, her voice lowering with worry. “I don’t like this energy at all, Vivian. I don’t like it one bit.”Vivian remained silent.Fiona continued, shaking her head slowly.“Of all the people in the world… it had to be him?” she said. “Your past and your present sitting at the same table? That is not nice at all.”Vivian’s lips trembled faintly.“My messy past and my present,” she added with emphasis.Vivian closed her eyes briefly.“I knew it,” she murmured.Fiona frowned.“Knew what?”

MARCUS'S apartment had not seen this much laughter in a long time.The three men sat around the center table in the living room, bottles and glasses scattered around as music played softly in the background. The earlier tension that had once defined their gatherings had completely disappeared.An old football match was playing on the 24 inches screen but they weren't looking at it. They were more engrossed in something else.Tonight felt different.Charles leaned back comfortably on the couch, a wide grin plastered across his face as he raised his glass.“For survival!” he declared.Marcus and Julian chuckled before clinking their glasses with his.“For survival,” Marcus repeated.Julian shook his head, amused.“You look like someone who just escaped prison.”Charles laughed loudly.“Because that is exactly what it felt like,” he replied. “Man, you guys have no idea how relieved I am.”Marcus leaned forward slightly.“Oh, we have an idea.”Charles took another sip of his drink and sho

SHANTEL was hot—angry, annoyed to the bones.She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg bouncing impatiently while her fingers scrolled endlessly through her phone. Every few seconds she would stop, curse under her breath, and then begin again. Her messy desk beside the window had become the next victim of her frustration. She rummaged through the stack of papers scattered across it, flipping documents aside carelessly.Outside her door, her sister had not stopped knocking.“Shantel! Open this door!”The knocking grew harder.“I know you can hear me there!”Shantel rolled her eyes dramatically, ignoring it. The noise grated on her nerves, but she refused to give Tiana the satisfaction of a response. Not now. Not when her mind was boiling with far more important matters.Amelia.Shantel clenched her jaw.That woman was far more troublesome than she had expected.The text replayed in her mind like an annoying echo. Sounding in that calm voice of Amelia. The text had claimed she didn’t beli

SUNDAY afternoons at the Cole mansion were usually calm.The large living room echoed softly with the sounds of a television program and the occasional laughter from the children. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, spilling warm light across the polished floor.Adrian sat comfortably on the couch, one arm resting along the backrest. Hazel sat nearby with her legs folded under her, half watching the television and half scrolling through her phone.The twins were sprawled on the rug in front of the TV, arguing quietly over the remote. Wendy sat beside them, her small fingers idly tracing patterns on the carpet.Across the room, George the butler stood near the hallway entrance, observing the peaceful domestic scene with quiet satisfaction.Then—The doorbell rang.Once.Then again.George frowned slightly.Visitors on Sundays were rare unless expected.He adjusted his vest and walked toward the front door.Outside stood a woman.Her posture was stiff, her gaze sharp and calcula

THE drive back from the Cole’s mansion was quiet. Not the comfortable type of quiet, but the kind that lingered after a storm had just passed.Amelia kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. The afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, casting soft golden reflections across her face.Beside her, Charles shifted in his seat, still trying to wrap his head around everything that had just happened.Finally, he spoke.“I still can’t believe she actually did that.”Amelia didn’t look at him.“Hmm?”“Shantel,” he clarified, exhaling sharply. “Going all the way to Adrian’s mansion. Walking in there like she owned the place. Just to prove a point.”Amelia shook her head slowly.“Some people don’t know when to stop.”Charles leaned back against the seat.“It’s crazy.”He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.“I mean… out of all the things she could have done, she chose the worst possible one.”Amelia finally glanced at him briefly before returning her eyes t