Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 112

CHARLES had never known the way to Shantel’s house.

Back when they were together, he had visited a handful of times, but heartbreak had erased familiarity. After the ugly breakup, after the shouting and the slammed doors and the pride, he had sworn never to return.

Yet here he was.

Because something far too important was at stake.

Amelia’s voice accusing him of being a liar echoed in his head.

The photo.

The message.

The humiliation and disgust in her eyes.

He couldn’t sit and fold his arms.

He had to get answers.

It took him nearly an hour— asking an old mutual acquaintance, driving through unfamiliar streets, double-checking house numbers, but eventually he stood before a small bungalow with cream-painted walls and a black iron gate.

His jaw tightened.

This was it.

He strode forward and knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Then again, louder.

His knocking grew frantic, echoing his racing pulse. Footsteps approached from inside, and the door opened.

There stood Tiana.

Shantel’s younger sister.

Her eyes widened instantly.

“Charles?” she breathed, shock flashing across her face before melting into a bright smile. “Oh my God!”

She looked him up and down, clearly stunned.

“Is that really you?”

He barely reacted.

“Hi, Tiana,” he said stiffly.

She laughed lightly, stepping aside but still blocking the entrance halfway out of habit.

“Wow… this is unexpected. How have you been? It’s been like… forever!”

“I’m fine,” he replied shortly.

She tilted her head, still smiling warmly.

“You look good. Different, but good. Are you back in town or—?”

“Tiana,” he cut in, voice firm. “Where is your sister?”

The smile on her face faltered slightly.

“Oh,” she said, blinking. “You are here for Shantel?”

“Yes.”

There was no room for small talk in his tone.

Tiana studied his expression, noticing the tension in his jaw, the anger simmering just beneath his calm exterior.

“Is… everything okay?” she asked cautiously.

“Where. Is. She?” he repeated.

Tiana swallowed, stepping aside fully now.

“She is inside. Come in.”

Charles walked in without another word.

The living room hadn’t changed much— same floral curtains, same glass center table, same faint scent of vanilla air freshener.

Tiana closed the door behind him and raised her voice toward the hallway.

“Shantel!” she called out. “You have a visitor!”

There was a brief pause.

“Who?” Shantel’s voice floated lazily from within.

Tiana hesitated for a split second, glancing at Charles.

“It’s… Charles.”

Silence followed.

A heavy one.

Then the sound of slow footsteps.

Within minutes, Shantel appeared from the hallway.

She wore a casual house dress, hair loosely tied back, face calm.

Too calm.

Her eyes landed on Charles.

“Yes, I did,” he replied without hesitation. “Because you don’t get to destroy my relationship because you are bored or bitter. You don't get to destroy what I have built, for years.”

She scoffed again. “Bitter?”

“Or desperate!” he added. “Yes, I understand you were becoming desperate and could go any length— but not to that extent.”

Her eyes flashed briefly.

“Careful, Charles.”

“No, you be careful!” he shot back. “You crossed a line.”

She folded her arms tighter. “Did I?”

“Yes!” he shouted. “You dragged our past into my present. You dragged my fiancée into something that has nothing to do with her.”

Shantel’s lips curved faintly. “Nothing?”

He ignored the tone.

“Like I said before,” he continued, voice shaking with frustration, “you didn’t have to go that length of bringing our late daughter into this. That is unfair and a sign of disrespect to the dead.”

The words hung heavily between them.

Late daughter.

For a split second, something flickered across Shantel’s face.

Then she scoffed.

But this time, it wasn’t laughter. It was different.

A sharp, almost mocking sound.

She pulled up her face slightly.

Charles noticed immediately, and his anger paused.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked slowly.

Shantel uncrossed her arms.

“Sunshine isn’t dead,” she said evenly.

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

She looked him straight in the eye.

“Sunshine is alive.”

The world seemed to tilt.

“What?” he exclaimed.