Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 138

AMELIA received a message from Julian early the next morning without warning or even context. At first, she was surprised and tried to place where she had even heard this name before realizing that he was one of Charles' friends. His message piqued her interest because it was just a forty-seven seconds long voice note with a single line of text above it that read:

*You need to hear this. I'm sorry it took me this long to say the truth.*

Amelia stared at the notification for a moment. Julian... Charles's friend. She had met him twice, briefly, the kind of peripheral figure you acknowledged but never really taken notice of. She couldn't imagine why he would have her number, let alone be sending her anything.

She pressed play.

The voice on the recording wasn't Julian's. It was Marcus, another friend of Charles. She recognized it faintly from the one evening she had been in the same space as both of them. He was clearly talking to someone, unaware he was being recorded, his voice was kind of loose as if he had a lot of drinks in his system. Most importantly, Amelia guessed that this was a recorded phone call between Marcus and Julian talking about Charles.

*You know like he said... you heard that part. The part where he met her about six weeks ago after helping her do something. Sandra something, I think. I didn't keep track of her last name, but he's Charles' new whale. A very rich divorcee who has acquired a lot of wealth from divorcing two of her ex-husbands. Man, Charles doesn't learn. But I don't have the big guts to tell him... this woman will fuck him up too. He said Amelia was getting too complicated and Sandra was easier to manipulate. His words, man. Not mine.*

There was a pause on the call, and Amelia realized that the person on the other end, Julian, was asking a question she couldn't quite make out because of the harsh shuffling in the background.

*Yeah, both at the same time. He said Sandra has money and doesn't ask questions. He has been taking her out, staying over, the whole thing. He even used—*

The voice note cut off from there, and Amelia stared at the black screen of her phone. She lowered the phone slowly and sat very still on the edge of her bed, the evening light coming in through the curtains, the house quiet around her. She played it again. In fact, she didn't know how long she had played the voice note, but each time she did, her hands shook. Her heart raced. And the tears she had been holding since the beginning of the week... Since seeing Vivian after a long while, and now this...

The first tear rolled down her eyes as she questioned her worth. What was it about her that made people think they could walk over her, play with her emotions, and just dump her like she was trash, like she never really mattered? She bit her lower lips and swallowed. She wasn't going to let this man do this to her, but first she had to verify the information.

Deep down inside her, she knew there was no point for a verification, but she just wanted to clear all doubts before launching into her plan. She picked up her phone and called her reliable partner, Ryan.

He picked up on the second ring with the urgency that she had always liked. "Boss?"

"Are you home?" Amelia's voice came out softly on the speaker.

"Yes. Why? What's wrong?" Ryan knew something was wrong immediately. His boss usually waited to tell him news when she came into the office. If she was calling, then something terrible was really wrong.

"I'm sending you a voice note. Listen to it and call me back."

She forwarded the message and sat waiting. It took four minutes. When Ryan called back, she could hear in the first half-second of silence that he had listened carefully.

"Charles?" he sounded incredulous.

Amelia nodded, but when she remembered that he couldn't see her, she replied. "Yes."

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