Todos los capítulos de Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

THE house held a golden hush, the kind that fell between lunch and the deepening afternoon, when light pooled in the corners and even the dust motes seemed to breathe slower. Amelia sat heavy on the couch, one arm draped over her bump, the other curled around a cushion like a talisman. The weights of the lives inside her was steady and real beneath her palm; it grounded her in a way nothing else had lately.Across from her, Clara lounged on the other sofa, one ankle tucked under her, eyes sympathetic and soft. The two friends turned sisters had fallen into a rhythm of awkward ease, words flowing, stopping, then starting again as if testing the temperature of each other’s feelings. Outside, somewhere down the hall, the faint clatter of the house reminded them life had to keep going: Hazel’s laughter from an earlier call, the distant hum of the washing machine, the soft thump of her mom moving about, setting things in order. Amelia appreciated how the ordinary things kept her tethered.

ADRIAN sat behind his polished mahogany desk, his eyes skimming through the papers in front of him for what seemed like the tenth time that morning. The numbers looked blurred, words danced out of place, and nothing seemed to make sense. He set the file aside with a frustrated sigh, only to pull another one closer, but ended up fumbling it too.Across the office, Peter had been quietly watching the chaos unfold. He had spent the better part of the morning stepping in, correcting errors, reminding Adrian of forgotten notes, re-filing what Adrian had tossed aside absentmindedly. Still, it was clear something wasn’t right.Finally, Peter stepped closer. “Sir, is… is everything alright? You seem a little off today. If there is anything I can do—”Adrian didn’t even lift his eyes from the mess of documents. “I’m fine, Peter.” His tone was clipped and dismissive.Peter hesitated, unconvinced, but nodded anyway. “Very well. Just a reminder, sir, we have that board meeting today at two o’c

HAZEL blinked at her father, her brows knitting together. For a moment she thought she had misheard him. Since they had begun these calls— since she and her mother left the house— he had never once asked about Mom. Never. So why now?“What?!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying both surprise and suspicion.Adrian gave a soft chuckle, sensing her confusion. “I said… how is your mom doing, Hazel?” he repeated gently.Hazel narrowed her eyes, her small lips pursed. “Mm. Do you… miss Mommy?”The question caught him squarely off guard. His composure faltered. “Well, yeah— no, I mean yes. No— oh God!” he groaned, dragging his free hand down his face in embarrassment.Hazel chuckled, shaking her head. “Daddy, you have never asked of Mom before.”“I know, pumpkin,” Adrian said quickly, his tone defensive. “I just— I just wanted to know how she has been. That is all. Nothing serious.”Hazel tilted her head, unconvinced. “Mm-hmm.”“I mean it,” he insisted. “I just… wanted to be sure she is d

ADRIAN'S black sedan roared into the wide parking space, tires grinding against the asphalt as he steered hard, his chest heaving with restless urgency. His knuckles whitened against the wheel. The weight of the call he had received earlier gnawed at him, every second feeding his fury and desperation.Just as he rolled forward, headlights flared from the opposite end of the lot. A white Nissan jerked into motion, its engine purring confidently as it sped toward the exit.Adrian’s gaze sharpened instantly, instincts twisting in his gut. He slowed his car, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing as the vehicle drew closer.For the briefest second, the tinted glass caught the sunlight, and through it, a silhouette, no two silhouettes. A flash of Amelia’s hair. A man beside her.His heart stopped.“No—” Adrian muttered under his breath, his pulse slamming in his ears. He slammed the gearshift, intending to turn and follow, but the Nissan slipped past him with a swift glide, disappearing throu

MRS. Harlow’s gasp still lingered in the air, her eyes wide as she turned fully to her daughter. She pressed her hand against Amelia’s shoulder, voice trembling.“What has he come to do?” she asked urgently. “How did you know?”Amelia swallowed, pointing to the laptop with a shaky hand. “Look. Right there.”Mrs. Harlow leaned down, squinting at the footage. The timestamp read today. The cameras had caught Adrian walking with a certain sharpness in his steps, his suit crisp, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t wandering or lost, he was deliberate. His eyes scanned the surroundings, pausing at the reception desk, then glancing around the lounge like a man on a mission.“I knew the moment I saw him,” Amelia said, her voice low but firm, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table. “The way he walked in, the way he looked around… He wasn’t there by chance. He came with a reason.”Mrs. Harlow straightened slowly, alarm etched deeper on her face. “So what? He is still your husband,”