All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

AMELIA received a message from Julian early the next morning without warning or even context. At first, she was surprised and tried to place where she had even heard this name before realizing that he was one of Charles' friends. His message piqued her interest because it was just a forty-seven seconds long voice note with a single line of text above it that read:*You need to hear this. I'm sorry it took me this long to say the truth.*Amelia stared at the notification for a moment. Julian... Charles's friend. She had met him twice, briefly, the kind of peripheral figure you acknowledged but never really taken notice of. She couldn't imagine why he would have her number, let alone be sending her anything.She pressed play.The voice on the recording wasn't Julian's. It was Marcus, another friend of Charles. She recognized it faintly from the one evening she had been in the same space as both of them. He was clearly talking to someone, unaware he was being recorded, his voice was kin

IT was a Saturday morning and Amelia was in the kitchen making the boys' breakfast when the doorbell rang. Hazel had stepped out. "I will get it!" Gaddiel shouted from the living room, already running."Do not open that door without asking who it is first!" Amelia called after him."Who is it?" Gaddiel shouted at the door with absolutely no reduction in volume.There was no response for a second before Gaddiel heard the call and collected voice of his father. "It's your dad.""IT'S DADDY!" Gaddiel screamed, as though this was news that needed to be broadcast to neighboring properties. He yanked the door open and flew into the waiting arms of his father with glee in his eyes.Amelia set down the spatula and wiped her hands. She had not called Adrian. He had not texted this morning. She walked to the living room doorway and found him already crouched down in the entrance, both boys attached to him like small determined barnacles, talking over each other at a volume that suggested they

THE school project had been assigned three weeks ago and Hazel had been putting off the fieldwork component with the procrastination of someone who had too many other things occupying the front of her mind. But the deadline was now five days away, and Amaka... her project partner, her best friend, and the only person who could make Hazel feel genuinely guilty about being disorganized, had called twice that morning to remind her."We need the photographs today," Amaka said when Hazel called back on her lunch break. "We can use the equipment at the house. Damien has the camera, the tripod, everything. You can just come over after taking permission from school authority.""Fine," Hazel said. "I will be there.""Good. I will definitely be waiting, and don't get yourself carried away by moping at my neighbour's,” she gave her a mischievous smile. Hazel shrugged. That weird neighbour of hers."If only the universe gives me no reason to."“Well, whatever. I'm sending my address again to you

HAZEL had been thorough. This was not a surprise to anyone who knew her, but the part she played in the way she and Amaka had assembled by Friday morning was something that even Amelia, who had raised her and knew better than anyone what Hazel was capable of when she decided to do something properly, she had not fully anticipated.The restaurant video had come first. Ryan's contact had delivered it Thursday evening. A full video of Ryan sitting at an expensive table with three different sophisticated women while a waiter returned his card twice. Charles had taken the bait by thinking he could cash the cheques before Amelia and Sandra invalidated it. Someone at a nearby table had recorded the whole ordeal in his phone at that time. It was the kind of clip that needed no caption because a mere looking at it, one would know what was going on with the number of declined cards that had been returned to him. One by one, the faces of the women dropped to something unreadable, but one person

CHARLES had stopped answering the door which was a knew thing to his friends that new him very well. Charles had always been a man who moved towards people and always made himself the center of attraction in whatever room he entered because he understood instinctively that presence was money, and he had spent his whole life cashing it. But right now, he drowned in self hatred. With all the money he had made, he never thought of getting his own place, instead of crashing at his friend's. Who knew this would happen.Charles phone rang on the nightstand and he went to switch it off as usual, until he saw the caller ID and his hands hovered around the phone for a few seconds. He debated on picking the call from his estranged brother, but later agreed."What are you calling me for? To mock?" Charles voice was harsh. He had not spoken to his brother in years, and the only time he deemed it necessary to call was when he had been publicly humiliated."Not quite." His brother's voice was low.