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

Having to deal with a bitchy third wheel

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Before I could unleash my fury, Jared's expression hardened. His voice had a cutting edge to it. "Sofia, those flowers aren't for you." He took the bouquet back from her with a firm gesture, handing them to me instead. "They're for my wife," he said pointedly, his eyes meeting mine.

Sofia's face flushed. Meanwhile, I could barely hold back a satisfied smirk.

However, nothing prepared me for seeing Sofia tear up and turn to Jared. "Jared, Jay-jay. I'm so sorry to interrupt your private time, but... the flower is for me, right? Remember back in high school, you used to bring me lavender flowers, especially on prom nights?" Jared looked thorn, as he looked from me to Sofia. Really? He was contemplating it? That flower was mine for Christ's sake, he should simply ask her to hand it back to me, the rightful owner.

"Arielle," Jared said calmly, "let her keep it tonight. I'll get you something even more special tomorrow, I promise."

I couldn't believe my ears. "You are unbelievable, Jared!" I exclaimed.

Sofia turned to me, smirking in triumph. She knew exactly how to manipulate the situation. But only I saw that smirk-Jared remained oblivious, stuck in his own old-fashioned sense of gentlemanly responsibility!

"I can't stand this," I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. "You two can have the house to yourselves, I will look for a hotel to crash in."

I turned around and stormed off to the place where I kept my bag, ready to leave. As expected, Jared appeared beside me, his face apologetic.

"Arielle, I'm sorry. You don't always have to lose your cool. She's pregnant, and I heard pregnancy hormones affect women's behavior a lot."

I wanted to scream and ask him what about me? Was I not pregnant too? And then the bitter reality dawned on me that yet again, my chance of breaking the news of my pregnancy to Jared had been ruined.

"I don't care what excuse you have this time. I'm leaving," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I moved past him, but Jared quickly blocked my path.

"Please don't go, Wifey. Let me make things up to you. How about this-I'll make dinner tonight. You hate cooking this late, and I'll even do the dishes."

I sighed, as I considered his offer. I hated cooking dinner late, and I hate eating out too. If I sleep at a hotel tonight, I am definitely going to eat out.

Reluctantly, I accepted Jared's offer. Making dinner will be the perfect punishment for Jared, as he will have to do the dishes afterward. And besides, I wouldn't want to leave my husband alone with Sofia. Before I could respond, Sofia's voice came from behind me.

"Why would you offer to cook, Jared? Cooking is a domestic chore, and is meant for women alone. You see, I have been working hard all day, cleaning this whole house and putting away decorations I found Medieval and out of vogue. I'm so tired and can't lift a pin, else, I would have offered to do the cooking. As for you, Jared, I'm sure you are tired as well. Being a billionaire CEO is no easy feat, and after a long day at work, you deserve to rest. Arielle, here, should do the cooking. She seems so energetic and even ready to get into a fight, the energy will be a lot useful if she uses it to make us dinner. Besides, she is a domestic worker and cooks for a living."

I listened to Sofia ramblings. With the way it spoke, a stranger would have mistaken

must have realized that Sofia was crossing the

wife in that manner, Arielle isn't here to

glad that Jared had finally spoken up and put Sofia in her place. Finally, my turn

wasn't being rude to her, I was merely telling the truth. You have changed a lot since you got married, Jared. You have

I'm sorry if

is trying to pacify her. What's the problem with him? Did he have to lower his IQ every time when he meeted

Jared joined me, looking

determined expression, I

are we

ingredients on the kitchen counter could tell anyone what we

envelop me-his scent, rich and masculine, wrapping around me like a spell. His arms circled my waist, pulling me back against him, and his lips grazed the

who's still mad," he murmured, his breath hot against

stop," I protested, but it came out softer than I intended. His lips brushed my neck again, and I felt my resolve start to weaken. My waist softened, betraying me. "It's... itchy," I added, my voice

a low rumble, deep

though my body's response was anything but firm. He knew exactly how to get under my skin, to

hands lingered for a moment longer, sending a shiver down

getting the ingredients ready and placing the macaroni on the burner, I

the last time, Jared," I said, locking eyes with

through his hair before taking my hands in his, his fingers tracing gentle circles on

Tell me

"If you insist,

an

before began, his voice quieter, "Sofia saved me once. I was getting bullied by some seniors, and she stepped in. They were the kind of guys who made life miserable

words. It was a side

were both beaten up and had to support each other back home. My dad was furious at the time, and we ended up transferring

never knew that," I said softly. There was a pang

is Ari. She helped me once, and I appreciate that. But you're my wife. That's what matters to me

I nodded slowly. "Okay."

this dinner. I'll handle the rest,