Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 805:

It was past nine, and dinner on the table had already grown cold.

Hadley, too drained to reheat anything and lacking appetite due to her pregnancy, settled for some soup instead. After finishing, she felt moderately satisfied.

She went upstairs, took a leisurely shower, and noticed it was already ten o’clock.

A frown crossed her face as she wondered whether Eric planned to stay out all night again.

Lying in bed, she absently scrolled through her phone, but suddenly froze. A new post from Megan had appeared in her social feed—a photo taken at what seemed like a lively social event.

In the image, a man sat at the long bar counter, facing the bartender, head slightly tilted as he sipped from a clear glass.

Megan leaned affectionately against him, her arm wrapped snugly around his. She smiled brightly toward the camera, her fingers shaped into a heart, directed unmistakably at him.

beneath read simply: “Us,

numb, her thoughts

returned home because

Megan’s words echoed sharply in her memory—”Since Eric doesn’t truly care about you, I won’t bother

aside, rolled over, and forced herself into

and checked her phone,

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come

stretched slowly, rubbing her belly, and decided to head downstairs to warm up a cup

kitchen, a noise at the front door caught her attention. Thinking the housekeeper had arrived unusually early, she called out,

surprise, his quickly lowering. Eric gave a faint, distant smile, swiftly breaking eye contact

called softly, her voice

moment—she needed answers, clarity,

turned slowly, eyes softening

talk to me unless you need