Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 67

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AS soon as Adrian left the house the next morning, Vivian waited a beat, listening to the front door click shout behind him. No time to waste. She slid onto her dresser stool, phone in hand, staring into the mirror, her reflection calm but her mind racing. Her fingers flew over the screen, dialing the number she had memorized, and held her breath.

The line rang twice before it was picked up.

“Hello?” came a sultry, mocking voice.

Vivian’s eyes narrowed.

“I need you to listen, and listen very carefully. Stay away from Adrian. Stay away from my husband,” she said, her tone sharp, deliberate.

A soft, sardonic laugh came through the line.

“Your husband? Oh please… Adrian is for everybody-”

Vivian’s eyes widened, fury igniting. She leaned forward. The voice continued.

“Rich men don’t come with a seat! And lucky for you, he is rich enough to go around.”

“You must be stupid!” Vivian raged, almost interrupting, “look, whatever you lay your hands on would never prosper, if you eventually find a man you love, he would break your heart into pieces. Fool!” she spat.

The woman on the other end laughed again, slow and venomous.

“You sound crushed. Maybe you should focus on your pregnancy, hmm?”

Vivian gritted her teeth. The lady continued.

“You are the one at home. And I’m the one he is texting! That should tell you everything!”

Vivian scoffed.

“Oh, look at this fool. Hehe… you think he loves you? Is that what you think? He just wants you to warm his bed. When he is done with you, he will dump you like a used tissue. Idiot!”

The voice yawned lazily, as though she were bored with the conversation.

“Byeeeeee, first lady… oops, my bad… second lady,” she said mockingly before the line went dead.

Vivian sat frozen for a moment, staring at the phone in shock. Then her fists clenched, nails biting into her palms, this woman’s arrogance, her confidence that she could intimidate her, pushed something over the edge.

Taking a deep breath, Vivian set the phone down and pressed her hands to her stomach.

“Mama has got this,” she whispered softly. “No one… no one is coming between us. Not now. Not ever.”

Her reflection stared back at her, a woman calm on the surface but burning with controlled fury. Then her eyes flicked to the phone one last time. That mocking voice had underestimated her. Big mistake.

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Very early the next morning, in the wee hours of the morning, Vivian sat on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, her hair slightly messy from a restless sleep. The house was quiet, the only sound was the faint hum of the

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refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock. She sipped her tea slowly, trying to savor the peace, when the door creaked open.

Adrian strolled in, casual and concerned, as if the world outside had no weight on his shoulders. Or maybe, Vivian thought, he simply didn’t care. He moved past the living room toward the hallway, but she halted him with a sharp call.

“Adrian?” she said, her voice firm.

He stopped mid-step, his brow lifting.

“You are just coming home?”

He sighed, already annoyed.

“Oh please, don’t start.”

Vivian stood, moving toward him with a purposeful stride,

“Don’t… tell me not to start. You left this house when? Since last night, and you are just coming back?” Her voice shook with controlled fury, “You left me here all alone, pregnant, carrying, your child, and you stroll in like a bachelor? At 5:20 am.?”

Adrian turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

“Let me warn you,” he said slowly. “I saw what you did, going through my phone, calling my friends to threaten them.”

“Why wouldn’t I threaten them?” Vivian shot back, her chest tightening, “Why wouldn’t I? Adrian, you are cheating. I’m carrying your child, and you go about sleeping with other girls, right?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t push me,” he warned, his voice calm but edged with steel,

Vivian scoffed, stepping closer, heat rising in her chest. He continued.

“You think nagging, yelling, and monitoring me would keep me? Huh? Even Amelia didn’t go through my phone.”

Her jaw tightened.

“Don’t start with me,” she said sharply. “Don’t even try it. You see that marriage, you ruined it yourself. Now you want to ruin this one too, right?”

Adrian froze, confusion flickering, across his face.

“Which marriage? What marriage are you talking about?” He asked. “I have only gone to see your parents,” he continued, voice rising slightly. “And if you piss me off and keep pushing me, then there will be no wedding ”

Her eyes widened, shock and disbelief flashing through them. But he wasn’t done yet.

“And I wouldn’t hesitate to push you out of my life, pregnant or not,” he finished.

Vivian’s eyes softened just a fraction, but her tone remained firm.

“Adrian? I thought you loved me,” she began, her voice trembling.

“I love my peace of mind more,” he replied, turning and walking away, his steps deliberate, leaving her rooted to the spot.

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