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.

too was pregnant? Of course not, he had prioritized his ex over me on the day I was

I supposed to just ignore the fact that my husband lied to me? That you

composure slipping just slightly. "I wasn't lying. I did spend the night at the office. Picking

your stupid old crush Jared. But hiding things from me? That's different! I don't even know who you

to work. And when I come home,

cooking and cleaning, and soon it was closing time. I was

with a massive bouquet," she announced,

have an appointment? I

met with a familiar figure-Jared, standing by the entrance, looking as effortlessly charming as ever, bouquet in hand. For a moment, I was

some mystery hunk-it's just my husband. I know, I feel sorry too." Rebecca's eyes widened. I

but tinged with apology. "Hello,

"What are

told you about Sofia a long time ago. I have no excuse, and

me. "To make it up to

our first house-the cozy penthouse we'd chosen 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

gateway that will help me forget all the dramas of the past days and who knows, it could be the

does know how to please a

"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.

opening the door for me with his usual grace. As we drove toward the penthouse, the

glanced at him playfully. "So... seriously, twenty years of crushing on Sofia? I have to say, your taste has definitely improved in marrying me

his expression amused but warning. "Careful," he said in that smooth, low tone, "or you'll be in for some

help but blush, a soft croon escaping my lips as I turned away, my cheeks

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

it to my cognizance. There was a light on, in one of the rooms which was strange. "Jared, I think someone is in the house," I informed Jared as we approached the front

give me a confused look.

to the room that had its light

forgot to turn off the lights the last time we were here,"

to argue when, to my shock, the front door swung open. There, standing in the doorway with a bright, smug smile on her face, was

and I froze, exchanging

What are you doing here?" I snarled at Sofia, unable