Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 7

THE irritation on her face was evident.

“Yes, and so?” Vivian asked, her voice edged with irritation, her face still heavy with makeup from the night before.

“I have to go,” Adrian muttered, sliding out of bed. He bent to pick up his clothes from the floor, scattered in careless heaps from their sweet, reckless sex.

She watched him, her large lips parting in disbelief.

“You are being serious right now?”

“Yes, I have to go.” He pulled his shirt over his body and began buttoning it up with frantic hands.

Vivian clutched the duvet tighter against her chest, her eyes narrowing.

“But it is late.”

“I promised my family dinner, and I have to be there.” He scrambled into his suit jacket, fumbling with the sleeves as if the urgency alone might justify him.

“That is what I’m saying. It is late already. What is the point?” Her words came sharper now, her tone biting as she tilted her chin defiantly.

“The point is—” Adrian turned to face her, his eyes dark, his jaw set. “I promised my family dinner, and I have to be there.”

The fight left her all at once, draining from her body. She sank back against the pillows, her manicured fingers pressing hard into her thighs. She could only watch as he slid into his shoes, the sharp leather creaking under his quick movements.

“Really?” Vivian whispered, her voice low, wounded. “So after everything… you are still gonna go back to her?”

Adrian froze for half a second, then straightened. His expression softened only slightly.

“It is not about her,” he said firmly. “It is about my daughter.”

Vivian sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically as if the mention of the child was a rehearsed excuse she had heard too many times.

“Goodnight,” Adrian said flatly, pushing past the tension in the air.

She lifted a hand as if to stop him.

“Really, babe… ba—”

The door closed sharply, cutting her off. Silence swallowed the room. Vivian clenched her jaw, gnashing her teeth in anger, the echo of his absence louder than any argument.

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Adrian walked past the dining table, his footsteps slowing as his eyes fell on the preparations that had been laid out. The soft glow from the chandelier hung over the untouched plates, casting a melancholy shine on the silverware that had been set with care. The food, once steaming and rich with aroma, now sat cold, a silent testimony of waiting too long.

He clenched his jaw. He could imagine her sitting here earlier, glancing at the clock with hopeful eyes, pushing her hair behind her ears in that nervous way she did whenever she was uncertain. She had probably waited until her patience dried into bitterness before giving up. And what about Hazel? Oh! What has he done?

Adrian gnashed his teeth, guilt simmering low in his chest as he turned away from the sight. He loosened his tie as he made for the bedroom, the silence of the house almost suffocating.

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