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.

back home now?" She

look on your face," I taunted. "I guess

on her features as she gave me a death glare. "I see, your little time away did

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

I can

going up to my room," I

you be down for dinner?" Jared called

thought against it when

I

exhausted from today's work. We had an unusual flow of customers today, and that meant more cooking. My back ached, and I couldn't wait to get

basket for dirty clothes before stepping into the bathtub. I turned on the faucet for warm water, and

how long I spent in the bathroom, but by the time I was out, I felt better. I dried my

I made my

to fix myself

I

what Sofia cooked.

I gasped at the mess sit had become. There were dried stains of food stuffs on the white kitchen wall, island and the counters. There were a lot of used dishes in the sink. The sight was so nauseating that I felt like screaming

has Sofia turned my kitchen into? Didn't didn't she have the decency to clean after using it? I inhaled and exhaled, clenching my fists to stop myself from storming off to confront

later, my

I poured a quantity into a bowl, added milk and sugar after which I shoved it down my throat. As

mental

call a cleaning service agency tomorrow to come clean

of one before as I

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

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