Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 98

THE evening settled in slowly, draping the resort in a soft, golden twilight that seemed heavier than usual, almost reluctant to let go of the day. Amelia walked toward the bar as if by habit, but the weight in the air made her pause, just for a second, as though she already felt the tug of the impending end of her trip. Ifeanyi was behind the counter when she arrived, his usual calm greeting waiting for her. She returned it lightly, trying to appear casual, though there was a subtle tension she couldn’t quite disguise.

They sat together after he finished serving, the usual banter flowing easily at first— light observations about the sky, the music in the bar, the tourists wandering the paths. Then, inevitably, the conversation shifted, as it always seemed to do, toward something deeper.

“I’m planning to take my education further,” Ifeanyi said quietly, almost as if testing the waters, “like I earlier told you, move to the city where you live. There is so much I want to do, so much I want to learn.”

Amelia nodded, sipping her drink, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Well, that makes the two of us I guess. I have been thinking about expansion too,” she said softly. “Satin and Sage is growing steadily, and the resort… and the flower shop— they all need careful planning, strategy. It is exciting, but exhausting.”

He listened intently, eyes tracing her features as she spoke, her words careful, measured. Then, after a pause, he said quietly, almost to himself, “Some people enter your life like vacation. Unexpected. But unforgettable.”

Amelia felt the weight of his words. She did, and something stirred inside her, a flutter of warmth, an awareness that was both thrilling and dangerous. She pressed her lips into a thin line, resisting, guarding herself. She didn’t respond emotionally. Instead, she gently changed the subject, steering the conversation back toward safer territory: upcoming projects, the best restaurants nearby, anecdotes from her past travels.

The rest of the evening passed with the usual ease, but beneath the surface, there was an unspoken current, a pull neither of them dared name. The sound of the waves outside, the warm glow of the lanterns along the paths, and the comfortable cadence of their words masked the quiet ache that lingered in the space between them.

Later that night, alone in her room, Amelia sat on the edge of her bed, staring out at the ocean through the open balcony doors. The moonlight shimmered across the water, and the gentle crash of waves seemed louder somehow, echoing in her chest. She admitted to herself, quietly, that she would miss him.

The truth settled over her like a soft weight, both exhilarating and unsettling. She knew she had to leave, she knew she had her mission, her work, her life waiting for her elsewhere. But in that moment, she allowed herself a brief acknowledgment: Ifeanyi had made his mark, quietly and irrevocably, and that mark would linger long after she returned home.

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The living room was quiet, bathed in the soft late-afternoon glow filtering through the curtains. Adrian sat on the couch, Gabriel and Gaddiel perched on either side of him, their little feet swinging just above the floor. The twins were fidgety, as always, a mix of excitement and impatience in their small movements, but today there was a hint of something else, something more tender, more pensive.

“By tomorrow, or maybe the next day at most,” Adrian began, trying to keep his tone light, “your mom will be back from her trip.”

Gaddiel’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward eagerly.

“Really, Dad? She is coming back?”

“Yes,” Adrian said with a smile, ruffling his son’s hair. “She said she will be home soon, and I think you will all be very happy to see her.”

Gabriel’s lower lip trembled slightly, and Adrian noticed the small crease of worry on his forehead.

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