Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 111

THE city lights shimmered like scattered diamonds against the almost evening sky, and inside one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, everything glittered just as brightly.

Vivian felt like she belonged there.

The chandelier above their table cast a soft golden glow over her flawless makeup and the emerald silk dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had chosen it carefully— classy, expensive-looking, unforgettable. Across from her sat Vale, looking sharp in a tailored navy suit, his wristwatch catching the light every time he lifted his glass.

He had arrived the previous day. Booked a penthouse suite. Invited her over.

And today? They had moved from luxury sheets to luxury dining.

Vivian smiled as she lifted her wine glass.

“To us,” she said softly.

Vale clinked his glass against hers, eyes warm.

“To fresh starts.”

‘Fresh starts.’

The words rang pleasantly in her ears.

After everything. After the scandal. After the whispers. After being forced to leave the city she once ruled like a queen beside Adrian. After being reduced from “the woman he chose” to “the mistake he regretted.”

Karma had been merciless.

Adrian had lost his marriage to Amelia because of her— but in the end, he hadn’t chosen Vivian either. After that life-changing incident, he had left her stranded in a city that now spat her name like poison.

And she had left quietly.

Since then, men had come and gone. Flashy boys. Pretenders. Opportunists. None solid. None respectable. None capable of making her feel secure.

Until Vale.

Handsome. Polished. From a good family. Well-connected. Soft-spoken yet firm. Fresh from college. He spent money without flinching and spoke about investments and expansions like breathing was optional.

And most importantly— he chose her.

Vivian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned forward slightly.

“I still can’t believe you flew in just to see me.”

Vale chuckled.

“I told you, didn’t I? When I want something, I make time for it.”

Her lips curved slowly.

“Is that what I am? Something you want?”

He held her gaze.

“You know exactly what you are.”

She laughed, pleased. So pleased.

The waiter approached with their second course, placing the beautifully plated seafood before them. The restaurant buzzed softly with refined conversation, clinking cutlery, muted laughter. Everything smelled of money and exclusivity.

Vivian took a bite and sighed.

“This place is beautiful.”

Vale nodded.

“One of the best in the city. My associates recommended it.”

“You and this your new associates,” she teased. “You are always talking business.”

“Business keeps the lights on,” he replied smoothly.

She studied him. There was something grounded about him. A steadiness she had never experienced before. Adrian had been passionate, impulsive, prideful. Their relationship had burned hot and wild, full of secrecy and tension.

But Vale was different.

Safer.

She liked safe now.

They continued talking. Talks about travel, about the property he was considering acquiring, about her plans to get on something serious doing. Vale listened attentively, nodding, offering suggestions.

“You have good instincts,” he told her. “You just need the right backing.”

Her heart fluttered.

The right backing.

Yes.

She reached across the table, her fingers brushing his.

“I’m glad I met you.”

Vale squeezed her hand lightly. “So am I.”

Across the restaurant, the entrance doors opened again, but neither of them noticed at first.

A group of men walked in— sharp suits, confident strides, the air around them carrying quiet authority. They were shown to a table not too far from Vivian and Vale’s, though partially shielded by a decorative divider.

Vale’s eyes lifted casually as he reached for his water.

Then he froze.

For a split second, he blinked, as if confirming what he was seeing.

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