Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 120

THE front door opened with a soft creak.

Shantel stepped into the living room with the relaxed confidence of someone returning from a successful outing. A faint smile lingered on her lips, and she tossed her sunglasses casually onto the center table before slipping off her heels.

She stretched her arms lazily.

“What a day,” she murmured to herself.

But the moment she lifted her head, she saw Tiana standing in the middle of the living room, arms folded tightly across her chest.

Her younger sister had clearly been waiting.

Shantel sighed softly.

“Oh please,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me you are still on that.”

Tiana’s expression hardened immediately.

“Still on that?” she repeated incredulously. “Still on that?”

She took a few steps forward.

“You disappeared for hours telling me you were going to celebrate your ‘small wins,’ and you come back here acting like nothing happened?”

Shantel casually walked past her and sank gracefully onto the couch.

“Tiana,” she said lazily, crossing her legs, “I’m really not in the mood.”

But Tiana wasn’t done.

“Of course you are not in the mood,” she snapped. “Because you are the one doing all the crazy things!”

Shantel picked up a throw pillow and adjusted it behind her back.

“Tiana—”

“No!” Tiana interrupted sharply. “You are going to listen to me today.”

Shantel sighed heavily.

“God, you are dramatic.”

Tiana stared at her in disbelief.

“You went too far, Shantel.”

Silence hung in the air.

Shantel said nothing.

She simply stared ahead as if Tiana wasn’t even there. But that only made Tiana angrier.

“You lied to everyone!” she continued. “You told Charles your daughter was dead! I even fell for that!”

Shantel rolled her eyes.

“Tiana, please—”

“And now suddenly she is alive,” Tiana pressed on, her voice rising. “And you are using her as a weapon to destroy someone’s relationship?”

Shantel slowly turned her head toward her.

“You done?”

“No!” Tiana shouted.

Her voice cracked slightly with frustration.

“That child is your daughter, Shantel!”

Shantel scoffed loudly.

“Oh please.”

Tiana blinked in disbelief.

“You abandoned her years ago,” she continued angrily. “You told the father she died. You let that man mourn a child that was alive!”

Shantel waved a dismissive hand.

“Relax.”

“Relax?” Tiana exclaimed.

She paced around the room anxiously.

“You don’t even see what you have done, do you?”

Shantel yawned dramatically.

“Tiana, honestly—”

“You dropped a sick three-year-old child in front of a stranger’s house!” Tiana exploded.

Shantel’s face tightened slightly.

But she still didn’t speak.

“And now that the girl has somehow survived and grown up somewhere else,” Tiana continued, “you suddenly remember you are her mother?”

Shantel’s patience finally snapped.

“Enough!”

The word cracked through the room like a whip.

Tiana froze.

Shantel slowly sat upright.

Her eyes burned with irritation.

“Are you finished with your moral lecture?”

Tiana shook her head slowly.

“I’m disappointed in you.”

Shantel laughed coldly.

“Oh spare me.”

Tiana pointed at her.

“You are using that girl again.”

Shantel smirked.

“I’m using an opportunity.”

“She is not an opportunity!” Tiana shouted.

Shantel leaned forward slightly.

“Listen carefully,” she said calmly. “That man belongs to me.”

Tiana stared at her.

“Charles was mine before anyone else.”

“Not anymore,” Tiana shot back.

“He is engaged now!”

Shantel’s lips curled slightly.

“For now.”

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