Semua Bab Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Bab 61 - Bab 70

STILL watching him walk away, with the sound of his footsteps fading down the hallway, leaving her standing frozen in shock. Her heart thudded unevenly in her chest. Something felt off. Adrian… he was changing. Ever so slightly, yet enough to make her uneasy. The way he moved, the way he barely looked at her before leaving, it all felt different.Her mind raced. ‘Why was he acting like this?’Then, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, a small, determined smile formed on her lips. She couldn’t let the moment slip. If she wanted to see him again tonight, she had to act now. Swiftly, she hurried after him, her soft steps quiet but urgent on the polished floor.“Babe? Please, hold up!” she called, her voice laced with both hope and a hint of desperation.Adrian stopped abruptly, his hand resting on the doorknob. He turned slowly, his expression a mixture of curiosity and mild annoyance.“Yes?” he asked, his tone calm but wary.Vivian pouted, her eyes wide and pleading, the vulnerability

…Few Months On…VIVIAN reclined on the plush couch, one leg tucked under her, a plate of biscuits on her lap, and a cup of juice balanced carefully in her hand. The soft glow of the TV illuminated her face as she flipped through channels, occasionally nibbling at a biscuit. Her baby bump had already started to show, and she adjusted her posture, resting a hand over it and smiling faintly. It was a quiet evening, one of those rare moments where she could just relax, basking in the comfort of her home.A few minutes later, she heard a familiar voice drifting from the hallway. Adrian, speaking animatedly, laughing lightly. She paused mid-bite, turning her head toward the sound.“I know, right?” he said, chuckling.“Yes Daddy. I hope you are taking care of yourself?” Hazel’s cheerful, innocent voice asked from the other end.“Yes baby, I am,” Adrian replied, smiling as he walked further into the hallway.“Ok Daddy, we will talk tomorrow, right?” Hazel’s voice held a mix of concern and affe

THE night air outside seemed calm, but inside the mansion, a storm was quietly brewing. Adrian had arrived home earlier than usual, and for a while, everything seemed perfect. Dinner had been a quiet, intimate affair, candles flickering softly on the dining table, the clinking of cutlery and glasses punctuating the gentle conversation. Vivian had been radiant, her laughter filling the room, the baby bump beneath her blouse visible as she leaned toward Adrian to feed him a bite from her plate.After the meal, Adrian had barely managed a few words before collapsing onto the bed. Vivian had chuckled softly at his exhaustion, understanding that the hours of board meetings, calls, and planning had drained him. She excused herself for the bathroom, washing up and changing into something comfortable, the soft fabric of her nightdress brushing against her skin. Stepping into the bedroom, she climbed under the covers, slipping next to him. His steady breathing soon lulled her toward sleep, or

THE usual hum of chatter and laughter filled the boys’ favorite hangout, the dim lights casting a relaxed glow across the polished wooden tables. Adrian, Jakes, and Leonard were seated at a corner table, drinks in hand, the clatter of glasses and muffled music providing the perfect background for their conversation.Adrian’s new companion sat quietly next to him, absorbed in her phone, scrolling and occasionally letting out a soft chuckle at something on the screen. She didn’t say much, didn’t interact much, just observed the room in casual detachment.Leonard, however, seemed different tonight. A cough had started, subtle at first, but now it had become more pronounced. He reached for his drink and cleared his throat again, louder this time, his hand pressed against his mouth.“Man, you sound worse than last week,” Jakes remarked, leaning back in his chair.“I have had this cough for a while,” Leonard admitted, finally speaking. His tone was low, almost weary. “Headaches too… and I h

THE afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting streaks of light across the living room. Vivian stood near the couch, arms crossed, her face flushed with anger. Adrian lounged lazily on the armchair, his expression unreadable, a faint trace of irritation playing on his sharp features.“This is insane, Adrian!” Vivian finally burst out. “Do you realize what happened last night? That woman, your mistress she came here, threatening me, threatening our baby! And where were you? Not home! Not a single call, not a text, nothing!”Adrian’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a long, slow sigh. “Oh, come on, Vivian. You really want to make this into a big drama?”“Yes! I do!” she shouted. “This isn’t drama, Adrian. This is my life, our life! You left me completely unprotected! What if something had happened?”“Are you being serious right now? You plotted to kill her remember?” He asked.She went weak instantly. Couldn't say any more word.He leaned back, folding his arms. “Well… this