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

THE Tuesday morning sun filtered gently through the tall velvet drapes, spilling faint golden light across the master bedroom. The room itself was a blend of elegance and warmth, walls paneled with deep mahogany, a chandelier that hung from the high ceiling like a jeweled crown, and a king-sized bed draped in soft, ivory sheets and a heavy duvet embroidered with gold patterns. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, the work of Amelia’s nighttime candles, their glow now extinguished.

On the bed, Adrian lay fast asleep, his breathing calm and steady, his arm stretched across the empty space where his wife usually rested. His handsome face was softened in slumber, unaware of what the morning had in store for him.

Then it came.

A scream, shrill, sudden, piercing echoed from downstairs. His eyes shot open, heart thudding against his chest. With a sharp gasp, he sat upright and instinctively turned to his side. The bed was empty.

“Babe? Babe?” his voice broke into the silence, urgent and frantic.

Without hesitation, he yanked the heavy duvet aside, swung his legs to the floor, and scrambled to his feet. His bare footsteps slapped against the polished wooden floor as he bolted out of the room, his mind racing with dreadful possibilities.

But the moment he reached the living room, he froze.

Confetti burst into the air with a cheerful pop-pop-pop, followed by the sing-song voices of the two people he loved most.

“🎶 Happy Birthday to you… 🎶”

There stood Amelia, his wife, radiant even in her pale-blue silk pajamas, her hair falling loose around her shoulders. Beside her was their daughter, little Hazel, in her pink unicorn-themed pajama set, holding a confetti popper that had just gone off in her tiny hands. Both their faces glowed with joy as their voices filled the spacious living room.

For a moment, Adrian was completely lost. His chest rose and fell as he stared at them, his confusion melting into the warmest smile he had ever worn. His lips parted, but no words came out, only the stunned realization that his morning panic had been traded for this overwhelming wave of love.

“Daddy! Happy birthday!!” Hazel squealed, bouncing in excitement.

The sound snapped him fully to the moment, and he laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that made Amelia grin wider.

“Good heavens,” he muttered with a hand over his chest, still catching his breath. “I thought someone was being murdered down here.”

Amelia smirked playfully.

“Well, technically… we murdered your sleep.”

They all burst into laughter, Hazel giggling so hard she nearly tripped over her little bunny slippers.

“Come on, Daddy!” Hazel chimed, running toward him with a small bag. She stretched it out proudly. “I got you presents!”

Adrian bent to her level, his eyes softening as he accepted the gift bag from her tiny hands. Inside were two carefully wrapped packages. The first bore the words, scrawled in childlike handwriting: *I love you, Daddy*. The second one had a