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

Sneaky moves.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I knew what I was about to do was wrong, as it went against my principles, but I couldn't help myself. My hands moved involuntarily as I typed in a password. Jared had mentioned in the car that his password was my name, right? Well, it was time to find out. I typed my name, and to my amazement, the phone unlocked. I clicked on the message box, and on Sofia's messages.

"Hey, are you done bathing?"

"Will you come keep me company after you're done?"

"Why aren't you responding? Is Arielle awake?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Jared!!!!"

"I can't sleep. Come down, and let's go outside and look at the stars, just like we did when we were teenagers."

"You promised me at the hospital's garden that we would stargaze, remember?"

Angrily, I muted the phone and dropped it back on the couch. How shameless can Sofia be? She should be asleep, and not texting a married man to go out at night to stargaze with her.

I returned to the bed, disturbed. Sleep had fled my eyes at this point, and all I craved was to march to Sofia's room and warn her to know her boundaries. But I thought against it, trying to gain control over my anger.

Jared returned to the room a few minutes later, and I quickly pretended to be asleep. I watched him beneath my lashes, as he walked over to his phone and picked it up. He tapped on it, and glanced at the screen for a moment. Swiftly, he turned to face me, but I still lay in pretence of being asleep.

got dressed in his pajamas and returned to the couch to pick up his phone. He glanced at it, and back at me. And then he

I didn't respond.

louder than before,

him pause to glance at me, and after confirming I was indeed asleep, he opened the door, and slipped

at night to be with Sofia, his supposed "best friend." Now, I was convinced that their friendship was anything but platonic. They might not necessarily

with another woman. Or better yet still, he should have informed

was seething with rage, and wanted to confront them. To seek answers because I was tired of being played and looking like a fool. But then, I couldn't. Not yet. I needed to calm down, to think things

the temptation to hurry out, and spy on them was strong. I shook my head, I won't stoop to such a level. And then, an idea struck me-the balcony. I could see anything from there. If Jared and Sofia were truly headed outside to

the door that

balcony, stepping out into the cool night view. The beautiful sight of the neighborhood at night took my breath away, but I reminded myself that I was not there

walked out. Sofia looked beautiful in her short white nightgown, her baby

jolt of jealousy at the sight. That should be me and Jared, and not the other

I watched in

into Jared's. He didn't pull away. Instead, he looked at her with a tenderness that made

could barely make out their figures in the dim light. But I saw them sit on the trimmed grasses, and

few minutes later, Sofia rested her head on Jared's shoulder, and yet again, he didn't refute the gesture. I felt like I'd been stabbed in

enough for

Sofia stargazing like lovers returned to

mind was a mess of emotions. Anger, hurt, confusion-they all mixed, making it

state seemed impossible, so I just sat on the bed, staring into space. I didn't know how long I was in that position, but I was that way,

pinned on him. The expression quickly left his face, and he flashed me a