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

Caught.

(Jared's POV)

"Jared, where the hell are you? Sofia just called me. She's in pain, her stomach is hurting..."

I froze at my mother's words, as shivers ran down my spine. I didn't realize when an exclamation left my mouth. "What?"

"You have to leave wherever you are, and whatever you're doing and go home! Nothing must happen to-"

That was all I heard as I dropped the call. I was immediately thrown into a state of panic, as I scrambled to gather my clothes on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Arielle's voice sounded behind me. I hadn't realized when she left the bed. My mind was filled and racing with worst-case scenarios.

"You're making me scared. What happened? Who was on the phone?" Arielle's voice broke into my thoughts again. This time, she was now standing in front of me, her face filled with worry.

I tried to speak, but my words were jumbled. "Sofia...my mother called...she's in pain. Her stomach hurts."

Arielle's eyes widened in alarm. "What's happening to her?"

I shook my head, my heart racing."I have no idea. I have to go and find out. I have to go back home."

"That's right. In that case, I'll come with you-"

I shook my head, hands shaking as I finished dressing. "No, stay here. I'll handle it..."

And without waiting for a response, I grabbed my car key and rushed out of the room. I ignored the elevator, and opted for the stairs, taking it two at a time.

My heart thudded in my chest as I got to my car and sped into the highway. I navigated the road, not caring about traffic or police. All I wanted was to get to Sofia as soon as possible, no matter what it took.

mile. I shouldn't have left her alone in the first place. I should have listened to her, and brought her

major junction and I was tempted to swear at the sluggish driver ahead of me. My hands on the steering wheel tightened,

soon cleared, and I overtook the driver ahead of me, missing his car bonnet by a swerve. I heard him cuss

off the car's ignition, I

the front door, dashing into the hallway, and screaming "Sofia!" at the top of my

me where in the house she was. Then I hastened my pace, my heart still racing with fear. I approached the sitting room, my mind prepared for the worst. But what I saw stopped me

on the couch, legs spread apart, a bowl of popcorn settled between them. Food crumbs littered the couch and floor. And to my utter surprise, Sofia looked perfectly fine -no trace of illness or

stood rooted to the spot, mouth agape, unable

called out, an innocent smile

trying to wrap my head around the scene before me. Where was the pain? The distress? The emergency that required

me. What was going on? Didn't mother say she was

on, Sofia?" I

faltered for a

then it was back

just treating myself to

and your wife decided to leave me alone, all by myself," she

A snack treat? Was

didn't you call my mum to inform her that your

me. We were on the phone and I said something about my stomach. You

but in actual sense, I saw nothing. I was actually angry that drove the all the way here, and almost developed a hypertension just to find

QUMS

without another word, I turned around and made

seems to be wrong with you, so I'm returning to my wife," I retorted, without looking

front of me in seconds. That act alone ruled out every thought in me that she was hurt. "Hold on. Please don't go yet,"

Sofia. I have