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

Trouble in paradise

(ARIELLE'S POV)

While Sofia clamped her mouth shut, startled by Jared's sudden appearance, I slowly rose from the chair, still reeling from the shock of all I had heard.

My heart ached-it wasn't just what Sofia had said, it was the fact that I had to hear it from her, not Jared.

I got to Jared and ignored him completely as I walked past, but he tried to talk to me.

"Arielle, please listen-" he said, trying to reach for me.

I shrugged his hand off and walked upstairs, my eyes welled up with tears. I got to the room and collapsed on the bed, numb, exhausted and disappointed.

Just then, a text arrived on my phone. It was from Jared. "I'm sorry," it read.

I stared at the screen for a moment, then switched off my phone, unable to deal with his apologies. Sleep didn't come easily, and when it finally did, it was restless and full of turmoil. The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed.

It meant one thing; he didn't sleep in our room last night. He probably slept in the visitor's room adjacent to our room. He always does, whenever we had a fight.

"Or, did he sleep in the same room as Sofia?" A voice whispered in my head.

I stopped for a moment to think about the possibility of that, but quickly thought against it. I might be having doubts about Jared because of recent occurrences, but I still am aware of what he was capable of.

I soon finished preparing and walked downstairs only to find Jared waiting for me at the foyer.

"Good morning," he said, planting a light kiss on my cheek as though nothing had happened.

"Yeah, good morning," I responded, trying to act cool too.

"Arielle, about yesterday..." His voice was calm, almost too calm. "Sofia's just struggling with the pregnancy. It's her first, and it's making her... needy. Please, don't take everything she said to heart. She didn't mean any harm."

Instead of softening my heart like the words were intended to, they only made me bitter at the fact that my husband was in defense of another woman.

pregnancy, was he aware that I too was pregnant? Of course not, he had prioritized

that my husband lied to me? That you left me to comfort another woman

did spend the night at the office. Picking

tone icy. "I don't care about your stupid old crush Jared. But hiding things from me? That's different! I don't even know who you are anymore." His eyes darkened. "Arielle, you know

head, feeling a lump rise in my throat. "I'm going to work. And when I come home, I don't want to see her here again. Do

was uneventful, a blur of cooking and cleaning, and soon it was closing time. I was

Ma," my junior chef replied. "A hot man is waiting outside for you with a massive bouquet," she announced,

confused. Did I have an appointment? I quickly grabbed my

met with a familiar figure-Jared, standing by the entrance, looking as effortlessly charming as ever, bouquet in hand. For a moment, I was taken aback. Really? For god's sake, he's pulling the 'charming husband' card

but it's not some mystery hunk-it's just my husband. I know, I feel sorry too." Rebecca's

but tinged with apology. "Hello, Mrs.

are you doing here,

about Sofia a long time ago. I have

bouquet, then back at me. "To make it up to you, how about

and decorated together after our wedding-made my heart soften instantly. That place held so many happy memories. It had been ages since we'd last visited,

the moon with excitement. Finally, a gateway that will help me forget all the dramas of the past days and who knows, it could be the perfect place to break the news of my pregnancy to Jared. "So, what do you say,

how to please a woman," I

mine before he leaned in and kissed me deeply, tenderly. "Thank you, love, for forgiving me," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "And for accepting the offer." He handed me the bouquet, his eyes twinkling. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of lavender-my favorite. "Thank

drove toward the penthouse, the air between us was light and hopeful, a much-needed

at him playfully. "So... seriously, twenty years of crushing on Sofia? I

warning. "Careful," he said in that smooth, low tone, "or you'll be

but blush, a soft croon escaping my lips

the parking lot of the house. It was located inside a reputable estate. But as

what it is and a few seconds of racking my brain brought it to my cognizance. There was a light on, in one of the rooms

give me a confused look. "What do you

the room that had its

being paranoid. You probably forgot to turn off the lights the last time

open. There, standing in the doorway with a bright, smug smile

I froze,

doing here?" I snarled at