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."

overheard the conversation, Jared didn't sound particularly happy about the kiss. Ashley might be right;

so well since you too got married. Maybe Sofia's return triggered memories from their teenage years, causing him some emotional turmoil.

were?" I asked, voicing my fear. A lot has changed since Sofia's arrival, and I was beginning

your marriage, and I should've respected that. So, let's give him another chance, for the sake of the child. If he

that didn't reach my eyes. "Never apologize, Ash. I know you only said that because you care. You're the only family I've got. I'm not saying divorce is impossible... it's just... I

marriage before everything became so complicated. Back then, we were still getting to know each other, despite being married. Jared

my lips as I remembered his words: 'At least I want them to know

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

touched. I asked him if he thought I was silly, standing out in the rain all wet with those kids. And he just smiled at me. 'Well now

for 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 thought we were better than this.

her and said sincerely, "Thank you, Ash. For everything.

shoulder affectionately. "You

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she drove me home. I needed to have a change of clothes and pick 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 with our marriage, but

she would be anywhere but 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 was capable of

point driving in. Just have your clothes

and opened the

want me to come in with you?" Ashley asked,

got this

"Alright, be quick.

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 room and it was in a much worse state. A bowl of unfinished popcorn sat on the

knew it was the handiwork of no other person but Sofia. What the hell was wrong with her? I fumed, as I walked on, careful not to step on

to the corridor that led to the dining, and paused when I heard Sofia call out to Jared from the kitchen. "Jared, do you