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."

that way. When I overheard the conversation, Jared didn't sound particularly happy about the kiss. Ashley might be right; Sofia might have thrown herself

Maybe Sofia's return triggered memories from their teenage years,

back to how things were?" I asked, voicing my fear. A lot has changed since Sofia's arrival, and I was beginning to doubt my marriage

you divorce Jared, and I take it back. I'm sorry for saying something so... ridiculous. You've always valued your marriage, and I should've respected that. So, let's give him another chance, for the sake of the child. If he still chooses Sofia, then... maybe we'll think about other

smile, one 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...

know each other, despite being married.

as I remembered his words: 'At least I want them to know you've got someone watching your back. Don't let them think

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

softly, "I was... kind of 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... I don't even know why I'm talking about it. It's just... I really thought

hand resting gently on my shoulder. I looked at her and said sincerely,

mention it, girl." She squeezed my shoulder affectionately. "You know

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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,

for Sofia, I doubted 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

stopping at the gate. "There's no point driving in. Just have

nodded and opened the

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

have got this under

"Alright, be quick.

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 room and it was in a much worse state. A bowl of unfinished popcorn sat on the centrepiece, with crumbs of different food littering the

inside of me as I 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

when I heard