Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 139

SANDRA Milano was not what Amelia expected.

She had expected a woman who would be defensive, filled with rage, trying to claw out her eyes and calling her a liar. She had expected the woman to deny everything, or be aggressive in a way that people were when they knew that something they had done was wrong as they tried to suppress their guilt. But looking at the woman who sat across her, she could detect none of that from the woman. Amelia suspected that she didn't even have an idea that Charles was engaged to another woman.

What she got instead of the rage, when she walked into the quiet hotel restaurant where Ryan had arranged the meeting, was a woman who looked up from her coffee with the expression of someone who had already suspected this conversation was coming.

"Amelia Harlow," Sandra said carefully, tilting her head a little to the side to carefully assess the woman that was making her way to the table.

"Sandra Milano." Amelia nodded and sat down across from her without waiting to be invited. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

Sandra chuckled slightly, in a way that people who were born with old money laughed. One look and Amelia could tell that this woman's wealth had nothing to do with money from divorce. This was something else. The pockets here were deeper, and Amelia quickly understood why Charles wanted to be part of that pocket. She would make sure he sank inside it.

"Your assistant was very persuasive," Sandra said. "Also I have been waiting for something like this for about two weeks, so." She shrugged one elegant shoulder. "Here we are."

Amelia looked at her properly. True to Ryan's words, she was in her mid-fifties, effortlessly groomed, with the kind of eyes that had seen enough of the world to stop being surprised by most of it. There was no performance in her posture. She was simply a woman sitting in a chair, waiting for the big news to come. She looked like she wouldn't bat an eye if she got the most shocking news of her life.

"You suspected something was wrong," Amelia raised a brow and leaned closer.

"I suspected I wasn't the only person in his life that he was being charming to, yes," Sandra said dryly. "I have been divorced twice, Ms. Harlow. I know what a man with divided attention looks like."

"But you stayed." Amelia could not understand that part.

Sandra looked at her evenly.

"I was lonely," she said simply. "I'm not going to dress it up. I was lonely and he was attentive and I made a choice because I didn't know he was engaged. He was really good too. Too bad..." She wrapped both hands around her coffee cup. "What exactly do you know?"

"I know he has been with you for approximately six weeks," Amelia began. "I know he has been using your resources the same way he has been using mine. I know he has a daughter he has no intention of taking responsibility for and a tech investment that I'm increasingly suspecting doesn't exist." She kept her voice even and factual, the way she presented figures in a boardroom. "I know he told his friends you were easier to manipulate than me."

Something moved across Sandra's face at that last part. Not hurt exactly... It was more like the quiet, resigned recognition of a pattern.

"Easier to manipulate," she repeated slowly.

"His words, not mine." Amelia shrugged. "I can play the recording to prove that I'm not lying."

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