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

Can we really go back to how things were?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The next day was Sunday, and I was grateful it was not a work day. When I roused from sleep, all I did was shower, have breakfast and watch TV as Ashley wouldn't let me raise a pin.

"Hey," she squeezed my shoulder gently, sliding onto the couch next to me. "What's up?"

"Hey," I spared her a glance and returned my eyes back to the TV. "You're done?"

The aim of the question was because Ashley had risen at the crack of dawn to prune the flowers flanking her house entrance, and I wanted to ascertain if she was done.

"Yup, yup. The flowers look neater now."

"You should go have breakfast, you've been working for hours," I said, my eyes still fixed on the show.

"Well, you've been engrossed on the TV that you didn't realize that I finished pruning the flowers a while ago, have showered, changed into fresh clothes and even had breakfast. Gosh! Are all pregnant women this lazy and less observant?"

I paused. "Wait, what?" I asked, and turned to look at her properly. And that was when I took a look at her. She had indeed showered because her hair was wet, and she had a change of clothes.

"Oh well, you can't blame me," I said and returned to the TV. "You wouldn't let me do anything so I might as well make up for that by indulging in some fun activities."

"Hmmm...I see," Ashley teased. "So, what plans do you have for tomorrow? Aren't you going to work?"

I paused my attention on the TV and turned to face Ashley squarely. "I will return home for a change of clothes tomorrow, and leave for work afterwards."

"Seriously, Arielle? If you want to fix your home then you have to stop running. Maybe, you should hear Jared out. Who knows, Sofia might have thrown herself at him. That lady is desperate and can do anything."

I haven't thought of things in that way. When I overheard the conversation, Jared didn't sound particularly happy

he's a good man and has treated you so well since you too got married. Maybe Sofia's return triggered memories from their teenage years, causing him some emotional turmoil. Once Sofia leaves, which is more reason why you should fight for that

lot has changed since Sofia's arrival, and I was beginning to doubt my marriage would go back to the way it

end, she spoke up. "I know I suggested you divorce Jared, and I take it back. I'm sorry for saying something so... ridiculous. You've always valued your marriage, and

family I've got. I'm not saying divorce is impossible... it's just... I never thought we'd come to this

then, we were still getting to know each other, despite being married. Jared was always busy with the

them to know you've got

city seemed to drown in it. I had been a judge for a charity baking competition for the kids at a local creche, and I ended up staying late. I didn't expect Jared to come pick me up. He could've just sent a driver, but he came himself. I remember asking, 'I thought you

was silly, standing out in the rain all wet with those kids. And he just smiled at me. 'Well now

bringing this up now... I don't even know why I'm talking about it. It's just... I really thought we could make it work. I

resting gently on my shoulder. I looked at her and said sincerely, "Thank you, Ash. For everything. You've been more of

squeezed my shoulder affectionately. "You know you deserve the

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up my work ID. As we approached the house gate, I silently prayed that Jared had left the house. I might have decided to let things slide, and get on

home, but somehow, I prayed the house would be rid of her too. Since the fall, I had developed a strong phobia for being alone with her. I might act tough when Jared is with us, but behind that feisty attitude was an underlying fear for her. She

driving in. Just have your clothes changed

nodded and opened

do you want me to come in with you?"

I have got this under

"Alright, be quick.

the gate and it went open. I hurried inside the compound and into the house. I stepped into the foyer, and surprisingly the house seemed different in just a day of my absence. I shook off the feeling and walked on, and as I walked, couldn't help but notice how the house looked dirty. I arrived at the living

of no other person but Sofia. What the hell was wrong with her? I fumed, as I walked on,

to the corridor that led to the dining, and paused when I heard Sofia call out to