Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 118

AMELIA slammed the book shut with a loud thud that echoed across the quiet study.

“The part I don't seem to get is why she would go that far just to get what she wants,” she said sharply, irritation dripping from every word.

She paced to the other side of the desk, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

Ryan sat across from her, leaning back in the chair, his fingers laced together as he listened carefully.

Amelia shook her head.

“Go as far as tracing a child you abandoned… not to reconcile, not to fix your mistakes… but to use her as leverage for your evil mischief.” She scoffed. “What kind of women raised these mothers?”

Ryan sighed deeply.

“Some people just don't have a conscience,” he muttered.

Amelia slammed the book on the desk again as if it had personally offended her.

“The worst part of it all,” she continued angrily, “is that she still hasn't even gotten the courage to show up!”

She stopped pacing and faced Ryan.

“But she is already using the girl as leverage when she hasn't even gotten a hold of her yet. Jeez!”

Ryan slowly shook his head, still processing everything he had just heard.

The recording Charles brought had changed the entire narrative.

At first Amelia had believed it was another desperate lie.

But after listening to the recording— every word of the heated confrontation between Charles and Shantel, it had become impossible to ignore the truth.

Shantel had confessed everything without even realizing she was being recorded.

The abandonment.

The lie.

The manipulation.

Everything.

After the recording ended earlier that afternoon, Amelia had simply stared at Charles for several long seconds.

Then she had handed his phone back to him calmly.

“Go home,” she told him.

Charles looked stunned.

“Ame—”

“I will reach out to you,” she interrupted firmly.

His face had lit up slightly with hope, but she quickly crushed it.

“And listen carefully,” she added coldly. “Do not call me. Do not text me. Do not send me anything. If you do, I will block you immediately.”

Charles nodded like a child receiving punishment.

“Yes… okay.”

Then he left.

And the moment the door closed, Amelia had called Ryan.

Now the two of them had been in her study for over an hour, replaying the recording, analyzing every detail like professional investigators.

Ryan tapped his fingers on the armrest thoughtfully.

“And to make matters worse,” Amelia continued, throwing her hands in the air, “the said girl in question resides at Adrian’s mansion.”

“My ex-husband,” she added bitterly.

She emphasized the word *my* sarcastically.

Ryan whistled softly.

“Beats me,” he said.

He leaned forward slightly.

“That part is honestly the craziest twist in this whole mess.”

Amelia sighed heavily.

“I’m trying to sever things with him,” she said, pacing again. “But no. The universe keeps bringing us together.”

She gestured dramatically.

“Using other things aside from my kids.”

Ryan tried to hold it in. He really did. But eventually he burst out laughing.

Amelia stopped walking and stared at him.

“Not funny, Ryan.”

He raised both hands defensively.

“I’m sorry, boss,” he said, still chuckling. “The way you blamed it on the universe just got me.”

He wiped the corner of his eye.

“That poor universe is innocent for goodness sake.”

He laughed again.

Amelia didn’t even react. Her expression remained completely serious.

Ryan slowly stopped laughing when he noticed she wasn’t amused.

After a moment she spoke again.

“I want to beat this woman in her own game.”

Ryan sat up immediately. Now that sounded like the Amelia he knew.

“The floor is yours, my lady,” he said with a small bow of his head.

He leaned back in the chair again.

“It isn't your first time doing that,” he added. “And it definitely won't be your last.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“So… how do you intend to do it?”

Amelia exhaled slowly and finally sat down behind her desk.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the wooden surface as she thought.

“Shantel really takes me for a fool,” she said quietly.

Ryan leaned forward.

“You know what?” she continued.

“Yes?” he asked eagerly.

Amelia’s eyes sharpened.

“You will send her a text.”

Ryan blinked.

“A text?”

“Yes,” she said calmly. “Just something that would trigger her.”

Ryan leaned forward curiously.

“What kind of trigger?”

“A message that would make her think the time has come to claim the child.”

Ryan’s eyes widened.

“Oh…”

Amelia nodded.

“She will rush to try to lay claims on the girl,” she continued.

Her lips curled slightly.

“And that is where I will come in.”

Ryan suddenly clapped his hands together.

“Oh God! So smart!” he exclaimed excitedly.

Amelia simply shrugged.

“Yeah.”

Ryan leaned back again, shaking his head in admiration.

“You are dangerous.”

She ignored the compliment.

“Just write anything convincing,” she continued. “Something that will make her think an opportunity has appeared.”

Ryan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“And you think she will fall for it?”

Amelia gave a short laugh.

“Desperate people rarely think clearly.”

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