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

Do you want a divorce?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Ok. Here he played this 'charming husband' card again.

I stood rooted to the spot, contemplating my response. Truth was, I had made no plans on returning to the house today. Even though I knew I was going to return eventually, it just wasn't today.

"Jared, I don't think I want to come home today," I blurted.

His brows furrowed. "Why? You're still mad at me, aren't you? Come on, Arielle. I promise to explain everything to you if you come home with me."

I hesitated. "But-"

"No buts, Arielle. Please, come home. You can't run from your matrimonial home."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, a matrimonial home invaded by a stranger," I murmured. "What did you say?"

"I said nothing."

Just then, Rebecca walked past us, waving excitedly. I groaned inwardly, and without another word I walked ahead of Jared to the car. I was not ready to give Rebecca the slightest hint that my marriage was going through some rocky times. I got into the car, and threw my face out the window. Jared got in beside me, almost immediately and cast me a concerned look but I pretended like I didn't notice.

"You're really pissed at me, aren't you?" He asked, starting the car.

"Can we just go home?"

"As your highness pleases," he said in an attempt to sound funny, but I was not having it.

The drive home was silent, and the instant we pulled into the garage, I hurried out. I walked into the house, and Sofia was seated on the couch eating away at a plate of junk. For someone who was pregnant, her eating habit was unhealthy. She made to get to her feet when she saw me, but reclined back, hissing loudly. I presumed the reaction was because she thought it was Jared.

you back home now?"

"I guess you were expecting me to leave my home for you, but I'm sorry your plan didn't

death glare. "I see,

then, Jared appeared. "Sofia, Arielle is back,"

can see," Sofia

going up to my room," I announced

be down for dinner?" Jared called

but thought against it when he added, "Sofia made

thank you. I will pass," I said

had an unusual flow of customers today, and that meant more cooking. My back ached, and I couldn't wait to

I peeled my clothes off my body. I walked into the bathroom, and dropped them in the basket for dirty clothes before stepping into the

bathroom, but by the time I was out, I felt better.

made

fix myself

I was

of what Sofia cooked.

had become. There were dried stains of food stuffs on the white kitchen wall, island and the counters. There were

to clean after using it? I inhaled and exhaled, clenching my

later, my

quantity into a bowl, added

mental

a cleaning service agency tomorrow to come clean the house. I had

one before

cleaning, but with the mess Sofia had created, I certainly needed help with the

I was going to speak to Jared about Sofia's poor hygiene. I was a chef, and one of the places I don't joke with both at home and at my working place was the kitchen. The kitchen has to be neat