Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

The third wheel

(ARIELLE POV)

Oh well, color me surprised!

I blinked severally to ensure that I was not seeing wrongly. My eyes widened in shock, my mind trying to process the scene before me. My husband, Jared, was standing beside another woman, a pregnant woman who claimed to be his wife, in a restaurant where I worked. The woman's words earlier reverberated in my ears, "my husband will have you fired!" My heart pounded, breathing suddenly becoming difficult.

I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I took a step forward, my voice raspy and barely a whisper, "Jared?"

Jared met my gaze, his composure unwavering. "Hey, Arielle," he said in a casual tone,, as if being seen in the restaurant his wife worked in with another woman who claimed he was her husband, was a normal occurrence.

My eyes narrowed at him, as I expected him to offer me an explanation.

Before Jared could respond, Sofia stepped forward, her face a mask of surprisement, "Oh, you must be Arielle! I'm so sorry for the confusion. I'm Sofia, Jared's old friend."

Looking at my expressionless face, Sofia continued, her voice syrupy sweet, "Jared's been so kind, helping me get settled in town. I just returned from abroad and I'm going through some tough times. He's been such a wonderful support."

My eyes never left Jared's face, my gaze unnerving. "Support?" I asked, unable to mask the disbelief in my tone.

Jared nodded. "Yes, support. She's pregnant, new in town and almost helpless. She needed someone to talk to and to help her navigate her way around town. I was just being that friend."

Still, I was not convinced, and my eyes shifted to Sofia, who stood there with an air of vulnerability, her eyes pleading for understanding. "And the child?"

and his voice became serious, "Of course not! The child isn't mine,

husband. Just then, Sofia cleared her throat to get

earlier. I was totally out of line, you see, being a pregnant woman in a new city alone isn't easy. I needed some support, so I may have exaggerated

her apology. She was rude, claimed my husband as hers, and

forgive you," I mumbled, but then my eyes caught the glint of a vibrant blue gem

edition? The one I glimpsed in

aware

bracelet? It's from Jared. Arielle, surely you don't mind Jay-Jay getting his best friend

together in a thin line. I didn't bother responding to Sofia's question, instead, I turned to Jared and said, "I need to speak

left, Sofia's voice drifted after me, saccharine-sweet: "Jay-jay, I had no idea

our footsteps echoing in the hallway that led to my office. I pushed open the door and stepped inside, Jared

him now, I turned to face him, my face bearing

going on, Jared? You're buying gifts for a pregnant woman who just claimed to be your wife in

"Arielle, you've misunderstood. The bracelet was for you. But Sophia was

dinner, promised me that bracelet, and now I see her wearing it. How could you think that's

hurt you. I've known her for years. She's impulsive, a little

bitter laugh. "So, you'd rather spare her

you, Arielle. But I didn't think this would hurt you like

'handling' is not that good as you thought." Before he