Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 70

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THE afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting streaks of light across the living room. Vivian stood near the couch, arms crossed, her face flushed with anger. Adrian lounged lazily on the armchair, his expression unreadable, a faint trace of irritation playing on his sharp features.

“This is insane, Adrian!” Vivian finally burst out. “Do you realize what happened last night? That woman, your mistress she came here, threatening me, threatening our baby! And where were you? Not home! Not a single call, not a text, nothing!”

Adrian’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a long, slow sigh.

“Oh, come on, Vivian. You really want to make this into a big drama?”

“Yes! I do!” she shouted. “This isn’t drama, Adrian. This is my life, our life! You left me completely unprotected! What if something had happened?”

“Are you being serious right now? You plotted to kill her remember?” He asked.

She went weak instantly. Couldn’t say any more word.

He leaned back, folding his arms.

“Well… this is what you get for snooping around, nosey as always. I warned you about poking your nose into my affairs, didn’t I? But you just couldn’t listen. Now look, this is the outcome.

Vivian’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Outcome? Outcome? Adrian, are you seriously saying this is my fault? That I got threatened because I dared to care about my safety and my child?”

“Exactly,” he said flatly. “You had no business digging. I told you, stay off my affairs, and you wouldn’t listen. Now you have created a problem for yourself.”

Her hands shook with frustration..

“Problem for myself? Adrian, she came here armed, to kill me! That is a little more than a ‘problem.’ What about what you did? You… you brought someone into our lives who wanted to hurt me!”

“Well, you wanted to kill her at first. You sent people against her right? I didn’t realize I have been living with a murderer all along, huh?”

She stiffened.

“Was I supposed to just sit quietly and watch some other woman take you away from me?”

Adrian’s lips twitched, as if holding back a smirk.

“You just like making everything your own soap opera.”

Vivian’s jaw tightened.

“This isn’t soap opera! This is reality, Adrian. Our reality! Your mistress tried to harm me and the baby because of you, and you just, what? You shrug it off? You defend yourself by saying it is my fault?”

“I’m not defending myself,” he said, voice low but firm. “I’m just stating facts. You ignored me. You always want to poke and pry. And then you wonder why the consequences are hitting you square in the face.”

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Her hands clenched into fists.

“Consequences? Consequences? Adrian, I could have been dead last night! What if she actually did it? And all you care about is my ‘nosey’ behavior?”

He finally stood, pacing a few steps.

“You have to understand something. I am not interfering into what I warned you about crossing boundaries. I warned you, and you ignored it. Now you are experiencing the result firsthand.”

Vivian took a deep breath, steadying herself.

“Result? Adrian, you are insane! You are the one who set this whole thing in motion. You played with someone’s life, and it backfired. And now I’m the one living in constant fear, pregnant, and you… you act like I’m the problem!”

Adrian looked at her, his expression softening just slightly, though his tone remained firm.

“Well, you have to admit… part of this… part of what happened… it was on you. You pushed too far.” He began walking away.

“And you… what did you do afterwards?” she asked after him, her voice low but fierce.

He said nothing, and she watched him go, her hands resting on her baby bump, still trembling with residual fear and anger. She said nothing again.

The room was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock. And in that quiet, both of them were left to simmer in their anger, their fears, and the consequences of the night that had changed everything.

**

Claire sat on her bed, phone in hand, staring at the breakup message. Her eyes were dull, her mind heavy. Another one gone. Another man who couldn’t stay.

Why is this happening to me? she thought, letting out a soft sigh.

Her mind drifted to Amelia. Maybe… maybe that is why. Maybe confessing could explain it. But no. She dismissed the thought, only for it to creep back again. Could her jealousy, her past choices… keeping Amelia’s husband entangled, be why she couldn’t have someone of her own now?

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