All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

THE week rolled by in a strange, almost suspicious kind of peace.No threats.No sudden confrontations.No dramatic surprises waiting behind every corner.For Amelia, that alone felt like a victory.Work flowed smoothly, the boys were cheerful, Hazel was doing well, and the small circle of people she trusted stayed close. Even Charles had been… manageable. Which was exactly why the calm felt temporary.By the middle of the week, Wednesday evening to be exact, Charles had just dropped Amelia off at her house after a brief hangout in town. Nothing extravagant— just coffee, light food, and casual conversation.And he paid!The night air was cool when the car rolled to a stop in front of her gate.Charles quickly stepped out and walked around the car, opening the passenger door for her like the gentleman he liked to pretend to be.“Thank you,” Amelia said with a soft smile as she stepped out.“Always,” Charles replied, closing the door gently.But neither of them moved immediately.The

SATURDAY morning came with a different kind of energy. Not peaceful. Not tense either. Just… deliberate. Amelia moved around the kitchen with quiet urgency, tying her hair into a loose bun as she checked the pot on the stove. The aroma of spices filled the air, warm and inviting, but her mind was elsewhere— calculating, preparing, anticipating. Everything had to be right, because today wasn’t just a visit, it was something else entirely. She reached for a tray when— “Mummy! Mummyyy!” Two identical voices rang through the house. Amelia didn’t need to turn. A small smile crept onto her lips. “In the kitchen!” she called. Moments later, Gabriel and Gaddiel came rushing in, fully dressed, their little sneakers squeaking slightly against the tiled floor. “Mummy, are we going now?” one of them asked excitedly. “Daddy said he is coming!” the other added, bouncing slightly. Amelia turned to face them, placing her hands on her hips. “Slow down, both of you,” she said, though her to

THE road stretched endlessly ahead of him, but Valentine barely noticed it.His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles whitening with the pressure. The engine of Amelia’s car purred beneath him, steady and controlled, everything he was not at that moment.His mind was chaos.Vivian.Amelia.Adrian.The past.The lies.Everything Amelia had told him replayed in his head like a broken record he couldn’t shut off.He had sat there, in that living room, listening.At first, he had thought it was impossible.A mistake. A misunderstanding. But Amelia didn’t speak like someone guessing. She spoke like someone who knew.Every detail. Every memory. Every pain she had buried beneath years of strength and survival.And Vivian’s reaction?That wasn’t confusion. That wasn’t coincidence. That was guilt. Raw and undeniable one.Valentine exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.“Hmmm…”The sound left him like a restrained growl. Then it clicked. The restaurant. That fateful day when he had r

VIVIAN had been on the floor for a long time before she finally moved. She didn't know exactly how long, but it was enough for her knees to ache, enough for the tears to dry from her face, leaving a hollow feeling in her heart. She pulled herself up slowly, sat on the edge of the couch, and stared at the wall with the blank, wrung-out expression of someone who had nothing left to live for.Fiona found her like that when she came back from her evening run. She stopped in the doorway, taking in the swollen eyes, the tear-streaked face, the rumpled clothing, everything that said that Vivian wasn't okay. Something had happened on her trip, and whatever it was that left her broken..."Oh my! Viv! What you doing here? When did you return?" She crossed the room immediately, dropping her keys on the table. "What happened? What is wrong? You are back quite early. You were supposed to meet Valentine's family, right? Did something happen?"Vivian lifted up her brows to look at her, she struggle

ADRIAN had been in the office for forty minutes before Peter arrived, which was unusual enough that Peter stopped in the doorway and looked at him with open suspicion."You are here early," Peter began in his special way of starting conversations."I'm always here early," Adrian replied without looking up from his desk, you are the one who is always late."Not this early… sir," Peter set his files down and studied his boss. Adrian was staring at a document he clearly wasn't reading. His coffee was untouched. His tie was slightly off-center, which for Adrian Cole was practically a distress signal. "What's wrong?""Nothing is wrong.""Sir..." He said slowly and stood across from him. "I know that looks on your face. I have been seeing different looks to know what it means, it's just that sometimes I don't know the reason behind it. That's why I'm asking."Adrian finally looked up, letting out a huff and rolling his eyes at Peter's remark. That was true, but it didn't stop what was bothe