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

What agreement?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

ensured to give me jeering looks through the rearview mirror.

The ride home was one of the most annoying experiences I have ever had. Sofia did everything possible to upset me, by fussing and being all over Jared. She was either dabbing his face with a handkerchief or playfully throwing her arms around him. And while at it, she "Can you play some music, Jared? I'm bored," her loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the car.

"What do you want to listen to?"

"That song we used to listen to in high school, 'I will always love you,' by Whitney Houston," Sofia said.

"I don't have that song anymore," Jared said, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Why wouldn't you have a song that meant so much to us?" Sofia pouted, appearing hurt.

He shrugged and chuckled, and I felt a sting. He always seemed relaxed around her, something that felt oddly reserved when it was just the two of us.

Sofia shot him an exaggerated sigh before pulling out her phone, acting as if her whole day depended on it, then looked around, annoyed. "Where's my phone?"

Jared rolled his eyes with a hint of a smile. "Some things never change, huh?"

Sofia grinned.

Without a word, Jared reached into the glove box, pulled out her phone, and handed it to her. She took it with a little air-kiss in his direction and started playing the song. The car filled with Whitney's soulful voice.

Love You..." Sofia began, and Jared hummed softly. Their voices blended, bringing back whatever

was a total bystander- invisible and ignored. My heart ached as I watched them sing and bond over the music, their voices synchronizing in harmony. I swallowed hard, wondering if Jared knew how much his actions

suffocating, making it hard for me to breathe. I turned away, gazing

take? Being sidelined by Sofia and having to contend for my own husband's attention like

afford to let them see me cry, couldn't afford to let Sofia

phone rang, interrupting them. Sofia picked it up with a flourish. "It's your mom,"

I'm driving.

finger paused over the

over. "Yeah. Figured it

never changed mine, it's still the same," Sofia

glanced over, "It's

asked, "Well, what's

Really? Who asks a grown man for his phone's password? What happened to privacy? But curiosity stirred.

small smile, "My

turning pale. She looked as if she had been

I was

he'd never mentioned his password, nor had I ever needed to know it. But hearing it now, realizing he'd chosen my name, made something soften in me. A small warmth flickered to life, reassuring me that, even in ways I hadn't known,

world.

face again, and stifled the urge to laugh. She still looked shocked, and it was so

around to face me, and I turned back to the window, trying

never uttered a word in the remaining part of the ride home. It seemed like her ego was bruised, and she

home parking lot, and I felt nostalgic being back to our main