Todos los capítulos de Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

ADRIAN slept like a man exhausted by his own choices, flat on his back with the thin weight of the night’s decisions heavy on his chest. Beside him, Vivian lay with her head tucked against his shoulder, breathing slow and even. He had not gone into the bedroom after the argument with Amelia; instead, he had walked into Vivian’s waiting arms and let the night swallow his better judgement.Morning light slipped through the blinds, striping the room in pale gold. Adrian stirred, blinked, and reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes. For a second he simply lay there, looking down at Vivian’s profile, the soft slope of her cheek, the artificial dark lashes resting against her skin, the small smile she had been unable to hide even in sleep. Guilt sat heavy in his ribs, but so did a stubborn animal, relieved that a choice, however wrong, felt decided for the moment.Careful not to wake her, he eased Vivian’s arm from across his chest and shifted toward the edge of the bed. Thoughts crowded

CLARA sat at her dresser, the soft yellow glow of her bedside lamp bouncing off the polished wood. She rested her chin lightly on one palm, her other hand holding her phone against her ear. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror, eyes that looked heavier these days, carrying both curiosity and disappointment. The phone rang twice, and then a soft, familiar voice filled her ear.“Hi, Clara,” Amelia said, her voice faint, laced with exhaustion but still steady enough to be recognizable.Clara exhaled deeply, as though she had been holding her breath. “Amelia… how are you coping?”There was silence for a moment, then a small sigh. “I don’t know if coping is the right word, Clara. I’m… surviving. Trying to find air in a space that no longer belongs to me.”Clara pressed her lips together, watching herself in the mirror as though gauging her own reaction. “I can’t believe Adrian,” she muttered. “Taking that mistress of his and openly deciding to marry her? As his second wife? A

VIVIAN froze, her hand still resting on her belly as Adrian’s words echoed in her ears. ‘Get ready. I will be coming to take you home.’Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she didn’t move. Did she hear him right? Did he actually say those words?“Adrian… wait,” she stammered into the phone, her voice trembling between disbelief and excitement. “What did you just say?”“I said,” Adrian’s tone deepened, slower this time as though he wanted her to catch every word, “Amelia has moved out. She left the house with Hazel. So now… you need to move in. You will be with me. That way I can properly watch you, and the baby.”Vivian’s jaw fell open. The hand on her belly trembled before clutching tighter, as if to share the moment with the tiny life within her. “You… you mean it? You mean I can finally… oh! Adrian!” she shrieked so loudly he had to pull the phone from his ear. “Oh my God, oh my God, thank you! Thank you, baby, thank you!”On the other side, Adrian sighed, weary, hi

THE morning light peeked gently into the room, slipping through the white curtains that swayed lazily with the breeze. Vivian stirred faintly, her lips parting as she let out a small yawn. She turned slightly to the right, reaching out a hand, expecting to find warmth beside her.But her palm met only the cool sheet.Her eyes shot open. The other side of the bed was empty, neatly arranged as though no one had been there. She sat up with a start, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and blinking rapidly to shake away sleep.“Babe?” her voice croaked, still husky from slumber. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned again, then looked toward the bathroom door. “Babe, are you there?”Silence replied.She swung her legs off the bed, her bare feet brushing against the rug. Slowly, she padded toward the bathroom, calling again. “Adrian? Babe, answer me.”Her knuckles tapped softly against the door, then, when there was still no response, she pushed it open. Empty. No steam.

DAYS slowly stretched into weeks. Vivian had settled so deeply into The Cole's mansion that she already moved like she had always belonged there. The white walls, the polished marble floors, the endless expanse of luxury, it all wrapped around her like a crown she wore with pride. Her belly was slowly rounding into a small bump, visible now when she wore her tighter dresses.That afternoon, she walked out from the kitchen into the living room, her phone pressed against her ear. She was laughing as her free hand caressed the soft swell of her abdomen.“Well, I told you, didn’t I?” Vivian’s voice rang with glee. “That God was working behind the scenes for me. And now, here I am, living the life people said I could only dream of.”On the other end, Fiona gave a dry laugh. “Vivian, you make it sound like some miracle.”“It is a miracle,” Vivian argued quickly. “I told you I was done with those silly lectures, wasting my time in school. And look at me now. I’m carrying his child, I’m runn