Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 55

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VIVIAN froze, her hand still resting on her belly as Adrian’s words echoed in her ears. ‘Get ready. I will be coming to take you home.’

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she didn’t move. Did she hear him right? Did he actually say those words?

“Adrian… wait,” she stammered into the phone, her voice trembling between disbelief and excitement. “What did you just say?”

“I said,” Adrian’s tone deepened, slower this time as though he wanted her to catch every word, “Amelia has moved out. She left the house with Hazel. So now… you need to move in. You will be with me. That way I can properly watch you, and the baby.”

Vivian’s jaw fell open. The hand on her belly trembled before clutching tighter, as if to share the moment with the tiny life within her.

“You… you mean it? You mean I can finally… oh! Adrian!” she shrieked so loudly he had to pull the phone from his ear. “Oh my God, oh my God, thank you! Thank you, baby, thank you!”

On the other side, Adrian sighed, weary, his tone much calmer than her ecstatic outburst.

“Don’t thank me, Vivian. This isn’t about you and me, it is about the situation. I need to make sure everything is

in order. I need to-”

But she cut him off, her joy spilling over.

“No, no, don’t downplay it. You have no idea how much this means to me, baby. I knew it! I knew it was only a matter of time. You and I, finally… finally where we should be.”

“Vivian-”

“Listen,” she said quickly, her words tumbling out, “I will be ready. I will pack up everything. You don’t need to worry, Adrian. You have done the one thing I prayed for. You have chosen me.”

There was silence on the line, the kind of silence that should have warned her he wasn’t saying what she thought he was saying. But Vivian was too caught up in her happiness to notice.

Adrían eventually spoke again, measured, deliberate.

“I will be there tomorrow. Don’t overthink it. Just be ready.”

“Yes! Yes, I will. Oh, Adrian, I promise you won’t regret this. You won’t. Thank you… thank you for giving me

this chance.”

Another heavy pause, Then Adrian muttered, “Take care of yourself,” and ended the call.

The moment the line clicked dead, Vivian let out a piercing scream of joy. She spun around in her chair, clutching her belly with both hands now as though to keep herself grounded.

“See?” she yelled into the room, her voice full of triumph. “I told you! I told you, Fiona, didn’t I? But you- broke off into a breathless laugh, almost giddy. “You didn’t want to believe me!”

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She grabbed her phone again, scrolling to Fiona’s contact and hitting call. Within seconds, Fiona picked up, sounding groggy.

“Vivian? It is late, what-”

“Shut up and listen!” Vivian cut her off, bouncing in her chair, her eyes glittering in the mirror. “I was right! Adrian just called me. He said Amelia has moved out. Do you know what that means?”

There was a pause before Fiona cautiously replied, “What does it mean?”

“It means he is bringing me home!” Vivian practically screamed down the line. “To his home. Our home. He said I need to move in so he can watch me. Oh my God, Fiona, I knew it! I knew he wouldn’t let me down.”

“Wait, are you sure that is what he meant?” Fiona’s voice carried skepticism. “You didn’t… misinterpret?”

Vivian’s laughter bubbled out, high-pitched and uncontainable.

“Misinterpret? Are you kidding me? Adrian said it himself. He is coming to take me home. He wants me there. He is finally making it happen. Oh, Fiona, you doubted me! You said he had never take such a step, that he had never let me into his world. Well, here we are!”

“Vivian-”

“No, no, don’t ruin this for me with your doubts. Not today. Not ever again.” Vivian’s tone hardened for a brief second before melting back into blissful laughter. “This is it. This is the open door I told you about. The recognition, the honor, the love. I told you my baby was going to be the key, and now, look! Adrian has chosen me.”

On the other side, Fiona sighed.

“Vivian, just… be careful. Not everything is always what it looks like.”

But Vivian wasn’t listening anymore. She was already on her feet, her silk robe flowing behind her as she

hurried across the room.

“Careful? No, Fiona. I’m blessed! This is destiny. God Himself aligned this moment for me. Do you hear me? 1 told you! I told you!”

She didn’t wait for Fiona’s reply. She hung up the phone mid-sentence, tossing it onto the bed with careless excitement. Her heart pounded with joy as she pulled open her wardrobe, dragging out a large box from the bottom. Dust clung to the edges, but she didn’t care.

Bending low, she flipped open the lid and began tossing clothes into it. Dresses, shoes, scarves, her favorite gowns, all stuffed in hurriedly as her laughter filled the room. She whispered to herself between giggles.

“Adrian, you won’t regret this. I will make you proud. You will see. You will see I’m better than Amelia. I’m stronger, more loyal, more loving. The house will finally have peace, not her drama. Oh, Adrian… oh my sweet, sweet Adrian.”

She paused, pressing a hand again to her belly, her smile wide and unwavering.

“And you, my darling,” she whispered to the life within, “you are the reason. You are my victory. You are the crown on my head. Soon, we will both be in the house where we belong.”

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