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MORNING came in a frenzy. At exactly 9am on the dot saw Adrian at Amelia's apartment. The house was unusually quiet. Why not? Time was meticulously planned. Hazel had left for school, Betty and the twins had stepped out for a morning walk, leaving Amelia alone with her thoughts— and her mother, quietly observing from the shadows of the living room.
He stepped out of his car, looking around the environs, nodding his head in top notch satisfaction. Amelia always had good taste. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, his heart fluttering with a dangerous mix of hope and relief.
Amelia opened the door at the second ring and Adrian stepped in, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips, trying to steady his racing heart.
“Amelia,” he said, voice light but tinged with anticipation, “your apartment… it looks… beautiful.”
Amelia’s expression remained neutral.
“Thank you,” she replied simply, letting him in before guiding him to the living room.
“Please sit,” she offered.
He sat, trying to maintain some composure, offering polite conversation, commenting on the light streaming through the windows, the décor, the small personal touches that reflected Amelia’s meticulous taste. For a few minutes, they spoke formally, carefully, as though nothing explosive lay beneath the surface.
Then, slowly and deliberately, Amelia leaned back and crossed her arms. Her voice cut through the polite air like glass breaking.
“I can’t take it anymore, Adrian,” she began, calm but deadly, every word measured. “I thought… I thought you had moved on already with your mistress before you would even have the chance of seeing me again. I thought maybe you would finally leave me alone. But no. You keep appearing wherever I go— my workplaces, Hazel’s school, everywhere! Unsolicited gifts, trying to undo the past, acting as though it could all just… vanish.”
Adrian’s chest tightened. The formal mask of conversation slipped, replaced by confusion and the first hint of dread.
“That last straw,” Amelia continued, eyes glinting with anger and pain, “the last straw that broke the camel's back was the day you visited Hazel at school behind my back. I can’t… I won’t accept it anymore.”
Adrian’s face fell, broken. He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised her hand, halting him mid-sentence.
“I’m not done,” she said, voice rising, trembling slightly with the force of all she had held in. “That fateful day when you told me you were going to marry her… after getting her pregnant… was it, Adrian? Was that it? Did you think that because you had plans elsewhere, that I wouldn’t survive? We promised ourselves forever at the altar… but you cut it short already. I’m just finalizing it now.”
Adrian’s heart lurched. His eyes, glossy with shock and desperation, met hers.
“Amelia…” he began, his voice soft, pleading, but she shook her head.
“You think all that you do now will account for three years of cheating, three years of hurting and breaking your family?” she spat, standing now, pacing like a storm. “You even get me gifts! Money, material things… do you think that is enough to say sorry? You must be joking. I’m not Vivian!”
Her words landed like blows. Adrian’s pride, his hope, his very being, shrank under the weight of her fury and finality. His heart shifted at the very mention of Vivian. He tried to speak again, but she didn’t allow it, continuing her relentless, merciless truth.
Finally, Amelia walked toward the sofa, her movements deliberate and purposeful. She picked up a large envelope from the table, and with a controlled exhale, dropped it in front of him.
“Those are divorce papers,” she said, her voice low but unyielding. “Sign it.”
“What?!” Adrian gasped, the word almost a wail. His hands shot forward instinctively, trembling.
“Yes. Sign. I had wanted us to separate anyway, but no… you already crossed the line. Sign that paper so I can peacefully drop your last name. Maybe that is what has been giving you leverage all this time.”
Adrian staggered slightly, heart racing, mind scrambling for a way to stop the inevitable. And then, almost unthinkably, he went to his knees. The billionaire CEO, kneeling in the living room of the woman he loved, pleading, begging— a raw, human moment that left Amelia blinking in almost shocked silence.
But she looked away, her arms folded. She would not give him the satisfaction.
“I have gotten restrictions against you,” she said quietly, almost coldly, and he gasped, the sound caught in his throat. “So you stop invading my privacy. Stop showing up at my workplaces. As for the kids, you are still their father— you will come visit and spend time with them on days I allow. And the twins? They are yours, yes, but they will remain under my care. Child support or not, I’m fine. You know that.”
Adrian’s wail echoed through the room, reverberating against the walls, filled with anguish, disbelief, and heartbreak.
“Amelia… please… don’t do this to me,” he whispered, voice cracking, tears threatening.
Slowly, she turned her gaze toward him, still kneeling, still pleading. Her eyes were clear, resolved, unflinching.
“Adrian,” she said softly, but with an unshakable firmness, “just stop it. It’s too late for sorry, Mr. Billionaire. Sign the divorce papers. You will have ample time to move on with your mistress… without hide-and-seek games this time.”
She walked to the dining room, picked up a pen from her bag, and returned with calm precision. She bent down just slightly, placing it on the envelope in front of him with a loud, deliberate thud.
“After signing,” she said, standing fully, voice cold and final, “use the door.”
And with that, she walked away, leaving Adrian kneeling in the living room, the papers before him, and a hollow, aching emptiness where hope had once lived.
No words could reach her. No pleading could undo her resolve. Amelia was done, and this time, there was no coming back.
The house remained silent, the only sound his ragged breathing, as the realization of finality crashed over him like waves against a cliff.
We finally at the end of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire \[Chasing my Wife Back\] Bk 1.
See you at the Epilogue.