Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 24

NEXT, Amelia lowered the phone slowly onto the vanity, her fingers lingering on it for a brief moment before she pulled her hand away. A faint smile curved her lips— small, restrained, but undeniably there. Her heart still beat a little faster, her chest warm in a way it hadn’t been in days.

Charles.

Her boyfriend… no— her fiancé.

The word settled softly in her mind, carrying with it a sense of reassurance she desperately needed. He loved her. He had said it again, and this time, she chose to hold on to it. Yes, he had flaws. He misbehaved at times, careless, dismissive, absent when he shouldn’t be. But who didn’t have flaws? Which man was perfect, truly?

She exhaled slowly, as though releasing the tension she had been carrying all week.

At least Charles apologized. At least he called. At least he came back. And most importantly, at least he never cheats. She’s his only woman, and she knows it.

Some men’s misbehavior was far worse, unforgivable, unchanging, destructive, pathetic cheats, chronological liars, always playing dangerous hide and seek games. She knew that too well. A familiar name flickered at the edge of her thoughts, and she pushed it away without hesitation. No. It was better to be here. Better to be with Charles than to ever return to that cold, distant place called Adrian.

With that thought anchoring her, Amelia turned and lay back against the mattress, the sheets cool beneath her skin. She stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly, replaying the sound of Charles’s voice in her head. The way he had said ‘baby’. The way he had begged. The promise of the evening ahead.

A date.

An apology.

Closure, of sorts.

Her smile widened just a fraction, hope bubbling quietly in her chest. The house was still, wrapped in the early morning hush, and for once, her mind wasn’t racing with dread or unanswered questions. Just anticipation.

She shifted onto her side, hugging the pillow lightly, her eyes unfocused as she stared into space. Whatever doubts lingered, she chose, just for now, to silence them.

Tonight would be good.

It had to be.

***

The clock struck noon, and Adrian’s car pulled smoothly into the driveway. Hazel, who had been waiting near the front door, spotted it immediately. She dashed toward the door, her ponytail bouncing behind her.

The door swung open just as Adrian stepped up, and Hazel flung herself at him.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, wrapping her left arm around him in a side hug.

Adrian laughed, leaning slightly to return the embrace.

“Hazel! Look at you! How are my big girl and my little princes all in one?”

Hazel giggled.

“I’m good, Dad. And the twins are around here somewhere, I think causing chaos already.”

He chuckled and pulled back just enough to take in her face.

“School going well?”

“Yeah. Teachers are happy. And you missed so much, Daddy! Work, school… everything!” Hazel replied, letting go of him to lead him inside.

They walked together into the living room, chatting casually about school, work, and life. Hazel filled him in on the boys’ week, their home-funs, what they learned, and a little mischief that had made her laugh.

“And how was your trip, Daddy?” Hazel asked suddenly, looking at him curiously.

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