All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ADRIAN noticed the sad look on her face but chose not to comment. Amelia, ever graceful, flipped her expensive hair backward, composing herself.“Well, since… you won’t be available this weekend, I plan to take Hazel somewhere, like a park.”“Oh, right,” he agreed with a nod.“Yeah, and Clara said she would be visiting with the kids, I don't know when.”“Oh, ok,” he muttered, already reaching for his phone and scrolling through his screen.“I’m going to make a transfer of 500 thousand—”“Oh! And… the pantry is at its lowest. We need to restock, you know.”“One second—” he cut in gently, eyes still fixed on the screen as his fingers tapped quickly. A second later, ping— her phone chimed on the table.She picked it up and glanced at the alert.“I just sent you 3 million. Use it to take care of the house, yourself, and Hazel,” he said, finally dropping his phone.Her lips curved into a smile, one painted with genuine gratitude. “Thank you,” she murmured. This was her man, always taking

THE night was quiet in Amelia’s room, the only sound the gentle hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. She stood before the mirror, adjusting her silk bonnet over her hair, smoothing it down carefully. Hazel was already asleep, curled up on the bed, her breathing soft and steady. She had insisted she wanted to spend the night with her.Just as Amelia turned to slip beneath the covers, her phone rang out from the dresser. The screen lit up, breaking the dimness of the room. She walked over and glanced at it.Mom.A smile tugged at her lips. She swiped the call. “Hello, Mommy.”“Amelia, my dear,” Mrs. Harlow’s voice came warm, tinged with that familiar pride. “Were you already asleep?”“Not yet,” Amelia said softly, glancing toward Hazel. “I was just about to.”“Good, good,” her mother replied. “I thought I would check in. How is my son-in-law? Adrian must be treating you well, I can hear it in your voice. You sound happy, Amelia. You sound cared for.”Amelia chuckled, sitting d

THE normal morning routine began. Amelia was changing the bedsheets, pillowcases, and duvet. Adrian was having his bath in the bathroom. Suddenly, his phone, lying on the Bible on the dresser, began vibrating. From where she stood, she glanced at it, dropped the pillow she was holding, and walked up to the dresser. She leaned over, it was the automobile guy again.“Babe, babe,” she called out.“Yeah?” Adrian’s voice came muffled from the bathroom.“Um, the automobile guy is calling. Should I pick up and tell him to call—”Before she could finish her statement, the next thing that happened shocked her to her teeth. Adrian rushed out of the bathroom, towel lazily tied over his waist, water dripping down his well-muscled body, his face tense and unreadable.“No!” he shouted, snatching the phone from her hand with such urgency that Amelia froze. His eyes darted to hers, fierce and sharp, as though he hadn’t realized how aggressive he had just been.Amelia’s mouth fell slightly open, speec

CLAIRE unlocked the door to her new boyfriend’s apartment with the spare key he had given her just last week. She smiled faintly, adjusting her bag strap over her shoulder, humming softly as she stepped into the sitting room.But the moment her eyes fell on the couch, her smile died.There he was, her boyfriend of barely two months half-dressed, lips locked with another girl who straddled him without a care. For a second, Claire froze, unable to process what she was seeing. Then the fury struck.“What the hell is going on here?!” she screamed, her voice sharp enough to slice the room into silence.The girl on the couch smirked, sliding lazily off him as though nothing had happened. Claire, however, lunged toward her. “You disgusting thing—” she shouted, ready to throw hands.But before she could touch her, her boyfriend sprang up, stepping in front of the girl like a shield. “Stop it, Claire!” he barked, pushing her back.“Stop it?!” Claire’s voice cracked with rage. “You, you are p

AMELIA stood by the sink, her hands deep in soapy water, rinsing off the last of the dinner plates. The kitchen was quiet except for the soft clink of glass against porcelain and the steady trickle of water. Her mind was already racing ahead to tomorrow, Hazel’s award ceremony, the outfit she would wear, the hair she needed to braid neatly before morning.Suddenly, small footsteps pattered into the kitchen. Hazel appeared, her little frame brimming with energy, her school notebook tucked under her arm. Without saying a word, she tiptoed to the corner near the dining table, lifted her chin proudly, and began in her most formal voice, as though she were already standing on stage before a crowd.“My name is Hazel Cole, and I am in grade three,” she announced, her voice pitched higher than usual.Amelia slowed her scrubbing, her ears tuned to her daughter’s every word.“I’m here to receive this award for Best Student,” Hazel continued, folding her hands in front of her as she had seen oth