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

He failed her.

(JARED'S POV)

I slowly opened my eyes, and found myself lying on my back. As I looked around, I realized I was lying on the bed, in the bedroom. But something felt off. I tried to sit up, but a sharp headache hit me, and I winced. Still, I defied the pain and sat up, rubbing my temples. Where was Arielle? And what time was it? A glance at the wall clock and I gasped, 9 am. Why was I still at home and not at work? Why didn't Arielle wake me up for work?

Additionally, I felt weird. My mouth tasted bitter, and I felt tired despite just waking up. I tried to think, but my head ached more with each passing moment.

What the hell happened?

Just then, the door swung open, and Sofia walked in, carrying a tray. She flashed me a bright smile. "Good morning, sleepy head."

I forced a smile, still confused." Good morning. What's going on?" I asked. "Why are you bringing me food in my room? Where's Arielle?"

Sofia's smile faltered. "Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" I asked, my frustration growing.

"Don't you remember Yesterday?"

I shook my head, confused the more. "I don't remember a thing. What happened?"

"We were -" she started to say, but I suddenly felt a sharp jab in my head, and I grabbed it in pain. Groaning, I felt the memories hit me.

I remembered returning home from work to get an Important file I forgot. And while searching for it, Sofia came into the bedroom and began talking about divorcing Arielle. I tried to brush her off as I was more concerned about the file, but she offered me a drink. I was feeling quite thirsty having driven home in a haste, and so I accepted the drink.

Everything after that was hazy until...

remember feeling dizzy after taking the drink and when I voiced it, Sofia led me to the bed to

shit! She

bulged in horror as

we didn't do anything

stomach churn at the expression on her face. I didn't wait for her response but scrambled out of bed. That

"Yes, I did."

"Shit! Why?"

your briefs before putting the pajamas on. It

You're not

has been

know..." I scratched my head, the words too

didn't. You were so weak that your dick

could explain a kiss to Arielle, but not sex. Speaking of explanation, how do I explain to her when I don't know where she is? "Where's

her voice calm. "Forget about her. She's been

at her. "What

out, and she ran

staggered backward, dazed. "What? How come I wasn't aware? And did you just say we made out? How? Didn't you say we didn't have sex? Oh God,

at this point.

you try to stop

You know, I was under the influence of

what I was doing. Hell, I

I

see her. I