Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

SATURDAY crept on slowly, the kind of morning that seemed endless. Adrian had been awake since dawn, yet he made no move to get out of bed. Instead, he laid sprawled comfortably against the headboard, head sunk into the pillows, one hand lazily propped beneath his head, the other holding his phone. The blue light illuminated his face as he scrolled, laughed, and smiled like a man with no burden in the world. The soft chuckle in his throat was carefree, careless, an echo that both puzzled and pierced Vivian’s heart.Vivian, who had woken up earlier, had moved about the house with deliberate silence. She had fried some eggs, toasted bread, boiled tea, a modest breakfast. Carrying the tray, she had walked back to the bedroom with a hopeful smile, asking softly, “Babe, breakfast is ready, come eat.”Adrian hadn’t even lifted his eyes from his phone. “I’m not hungry,” he replied casually, waving it off.So she had eaten alone, each bite heavy, each sip of tea tasting bitter even though sh

THE door to Dr. Felicia Granger’s office clicked shut as Amelia and her mother stepped in, guided by the nurse. The office was neat, its pale cream walls adorned with framed certificates, a family photo, and a shelf stacked with medical journals. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, though softened by the faint lavender diffuser on the doctor’s desk.Amelia walked slowly, her back curved with the weight of her growing bump, her hand pressed protectively beneath it. Her mother, kept a steadying hand on her elbow until she lowered herself into the chair opposite the doctor.Dr. Granger, a composed woman in her early forties with calm brown eyes and her hair pulled into a neat bun, shuffled through the folder before her, the test results clipped inside. She looked up and offered a polite, reassuring smile.“Please, sit comfortably,” she said softly, even though Amelia already was. “I know you have both been waiting.”Amelia nodded, her face pale with tension. “Yes, doctor. It

THE air inside the small hospital office was unusually tense. The hum of the air conditioner and the faint clicking of the doctor’s keyboard filled the silence. Leonard sat hunched forward, his cough rattling his chest, while his wife, Clara, leaned back with her arms folded, her face a mask of control. Calm, but not without a storm brewing beneath.For weeks Leonard had been battling the fever, the recurring cough, the fatigue that medicines never seemed to cure. Clara had insisted he return for another round of tests. He resisted at first, dismissing her with a wave of his hand and excuses about stress, about the weather, about anything except himself. But when his condition worsened, she dragged him, quite literally to her own hospital for a proper test.Now, fifty long minutes later, after blood samples and urine tests, after questions that pricked deeper than needles, they sat waiting. It was the kind of waiting that stretched time into an eternity. Leonard’s cough punctuated the

AMELIA had just placed the phone gently on the table, her conversation with Dorian about flower deliveries still lingering in her thoughts. She exhaled, rubbing her lower back, when the sound of footsteps in the hallway drew her attention.Her eyes brightened instantly as the door opened.“Hey, Claire! You came!” she exclaimed, a smile splitting her face. She struggled to get up, heavy with the pregnancy, but her joy pushed her to her feet.“Ye… yes, sis,” Claire replied, her voice wavering slightly as though nerves had taken root in her chest. She stepped into the room, leaving the doorway behind, and Amelia folded her into a warm embrace.“Yes, I did,” Claire said softly.Amelia inhaled deeply and chuckled. “Mmm, your perfume smells so nice.”Claire laughed, though it was thin. “Thank you. I got it from Retinol. Katrina recommended it.”“Oh, I see.” Amelia motioned toward the couch beside her. “Welcome, sit please.”They both settled into the cushions. Amelia tilted her head, stud

…Present Day…THE room was thick with silence, only pierced by Claire’s sobbing. Her shoulders trembled as though she carried the weight of an avalanche, her palms pressed against her wet face. Amelia stood frozen, her chest heaving, eyes red not from tears but from the storm of betrayal tearing through her insides. Mrs. Harlow sat on the edge of the couch, wringing her hands, her face pale and stricken with regret, as though every line on her skin suddenly carried the weight of all her past mistakes.“Big sis…” Claire’s voice cracked, broken, barely audible over her own weeping. She lifted her face, streaked with shame. “I’m sorry. I never wanted things to escalate like this. I swear I never expected the pregnancy part. I didn’t plan that with Vivian. I…” she choked, her chest tightening. “I only wanted you to hurt, not… not like this.”Amelia’s head snapped toward her, disbelief flashing in her eyes. “Oh!” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “So that was why you broke into her