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.

with the time I spent in the bathroom, but not Jared. He was always meticulous with his

in a bun, slipped my legs into my flats, and grabbed my handbag.

you ready?" Jared asked, picking

responded, and we walked out the room

we reached the bottom, Sofia appeared with a

chimed, but I knew she was merely greeting me was

Jared replied, and I mumbled

a hint of admiration in her eyes, and I wanted to

running late," Jared

for

made breakfast for Jared? Was I non-existent? Why only Jared, if she was keen on

go," Jared reiterated. "Besides, I have to drop Arielle at the restaurant, and

were running late? Why do you

to drive her to work, and I'm

saw anger flashing

е

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

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

concurred, his voice lacking the usual tenderness it carried whenever he spoke to her. And was it just me? I think Jared was avoiding eye contact with her. Sofia's face went pale, like she

at Jared's arm. "We're late,

nice day, Sofia. I'll call you at noon to check how

back for a fleeting moment to

a laugh

walking alongside

our way outside. We got to the parking lot, and he opened the car door for me and I slid

he asked, starting

of the compound, soon speeding

at Jared as he drove, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and I couldn't understand