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

A not–so perfect marriage.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I felt Jared's body tense beside me, his arms freezing in place. I knew I had said something I couldn't take back. The question was, how would he respond?

"Oh, I think I might have used your shampoo accidentally," Jared spoke up after a while, trying to sound nonchalant.

I felt a raw searing pain in my chest. I was always painful whenever Jared lied to me, and it hurt even more because I knew he was lying to me.

The fragrance of the shampoo was vanilla, and I didn't use vanilla shampoo. I used lavender. That fragrance was from no other person but Sofia. He probably got it when she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Is anything the matter, Arielle?" Jared asked. His voice was soft.

What could I say? What was left for us to say? I could almost hear his voice in my mind if I dared to ask him. The soft pleading, the reasoned excuse anything but the truth. I was so tired of his "good friend" routine. Tired of the endless dance we did around everything, pretending there wasn't a gulf between us that non amount of words could fill.

Was this what it was like for adults in marriages after years of silence? Just helpless understanding? It felt disgusting.

"No. Goodnight," I replied in a dismissive tone, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Jared leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. "Goodnight."

*************

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of a movement. It was from Jared, he had just stepped out of the bathroom. He smiled at me. "Good morning."

"Morning," I responded, then I furrowed my brows. "Where are you going, this early?"

Jared laughed. "Early? It's past seven love. I guess you don't intend to go to work because if you do, you should get off the bed, or you'll be late."

"Shit! I totally forgot," I exclaimed and shot out of bed. I had forgotten I was supposed to return to work today. The restaurant management had given me a sick leave after Jared informed them of my hospitalization, and my leave was ending today.

done dressing with the time I spent

a blouse and skirt, packed my hair neatly in a bun, slipped my legs into my flats, and grabbed my handbag. A quick spray of my perfume, and I was done. There was

ready?" Jared asked, picking up his

you," I responded, and we walked out

stairs, and just as we reached the bottom, Sofia appeared with a smile on her face. The smile quickly disappeared

was merely greeting me was for formality's sake. Her eyes

Jared replied, and I

you leaving already?" Sofia asked, taking in his appearance. There was a hint

running late," Jared said,

she pouted. "I made breakfast for you, and I was

to look at her, my eyes narrowing. She made breakfast for Jared? Was I

Sofia, but I have to go," Jared reiterated. "Besides, I have to

were running late? Why do you have

responsibility to drive her to

saw anger flashing in Sofia's

е

exchange in amusement. "On the contrary, I think Arielle is selfish. Letting you drive her to work even when you're running late, and also coming to pick her up after work every day She's stressing you out, and she should stop and learn to

cool at this point, and snapped. "Oh, shut up, Sofia! You're a stranger here, and

Jared concurred, his voice lacking the usual tenderness it carried whenever he spoke to her. And was it just me?

arm. "We're late, we should

"Have a nice day, Sofia. I'll call you at noon to

a fleeting

laugh and turned

walking alongside

the car door for me and I slid in. He closed the

he asked,

nodded, and he drove out of

on the road ahead. He was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and