All Chapters of The Billionaire’s New Love: You Remembered Too Late: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The house actually felt lived in, comfortable, warm. Mostly because Aria’s personality existed in literally every room.Random snack jars, throw blankets everywhere, half finished books abandoned on tables, a pink gaming controller sitting beside expensive interior decor.Shannon smiled faintly despite herself. “This feels very you.”Aria looked proud. “That’s because Sean gave up trying to stop me from decorating.”They eventually reached the upper floor hallway where Aria began showing her different rooms casually. Then suddenly she pointed toward one of the doors nearby.“Oh, Sean stays there sometimes when he comes over.”Shannon glanced toward the room curiously. “He lives here too?”“Sometimes.”Aria shrugged. “But Sean mostly stays at his own estate.”The word estate already sounded terrifying. Then Aria opened the guest room beside hers for Shannon. But before Shannon could fully step inside, Aria suddenly added casually, “His actual house is insane though.”Shannon looked bac

About five minutes later, the Uber finally pulled into the driveway outside Aria’s mansion.Aria immediately stood from the sofa and grabbed Shannon’s wrist lightly. “Come on.”Shannon laughed softly. “You make everything sound dramatic.”“Because it is dramatic,” Aria replied proudly. “We’re going to collect your freedom, your clothes and possibly emotionally damage your ex husband.”Shannon shook her head helplessly while following her downstairs.Meanwhile Sean was already near the entrance.The second he looked up and saw the two women approaching, his eyes moved briefly toward Shannon instinctively and annoyingly he noticed immediately that she looked better now.Aria noticed him staring and immediately smirked.Sean looked away before she could start talking nonsense again.Outside, the Uber driver stepped out politely after parking.Aria immediately hooked her arm through Shannon’s. “Ready?”Shannon exhaled slowly. Honestly? No.Going back to the Whitmore house felt terrifying

Rowan opened his mouth slightly. He was genuinely about to tell Evelyn to let the sewing machine go. Because suddenly the idea of taking it from Shannon felt unnecessarily cruel.But before he could speak the front door suddenly opened.Everyone instinctively turned and Sean walked in.The moment his eyes landed on Shannon struggling with the heavy sewing machine halfway down the staircase, his expression darkened immediately.Without even greeting anyone, he strode toward her quickly. “What are you doing?”Shannon blinked slightly in surprise.Sean reached her within seconds and carefully took the sewing machine from her arms before she could protest.“Why are you carrying something this heavy?”His brows pulled together sharply while looking over her face. “You’re barely healed.”Shannon instinctively loosened her hold on the machine while Sean carried its full weight effortlessly. Then before she could even answer properly, Sean continued irritatedly, “Why didn’t you just wait for

Shannon hadn’t expected it to hurt this much. Not the money itself but what it represented.How easily Rowan reduced years of love into transactions. Like everything between them could simply be compensated with cash.Shannon lowered her eyes briefly before quietly stepping back from Sean’s side.Then calmly she spoke. “Where are the divorce papers?”The question instantly shifted the room again.Evelyn’s eyes lit up immediately before she could hide it.Finally.Finally this was happening.Mrs. Whitmore looked equally pleased.Meanwhile Rowan’s chest tightened strangely hearing Shannon ask for the papers so calmly.Still, before Rowan could answer, Evelyn quickly stood. “I’ll get them!”The excitement in her voice almost slipped out too obviously.She immediately hurried toward Rowan’s study upstairs while Mrs. Whitmore smiled in satisfaction nearby.Meanwhile Shannon stood there quietly.Sean remained beside her silently now, the sewing machine now resting near his feet.He looked r

Two months later.The morning sunlight poured beautifully through the massive windows of the Vale residence while soft music played faintly downstairs.The house that once felt unfamiliar to Shannon now carried traces of her everywhere.Sketchbooks abandoned on coffee tables, fabric samples draped over chairs, half finished design ideas pinned near the kitchen and somehow Shannon had slowly started feeling alive again.Not fully healed, not completely over Rowan but healing little by little.Upstairs, Shannon stood in front of the mirror adjusting the sleeve of her fitted cream blouse carefully before slipping on her blazer.The woman staring back at her looked different now.A knock suddenly came against the door before Aria pushed it open dramatically without waiting anyway.“Fashion queen,” she announced proudly, “your breakfast is getting cold.”Shannon laughed softly while grabbing her bag. “I’m coming.”The second she stepped downstairs, the smell of breakfast greeted her immedi