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

Didn't realize he had two wives.

(JARED'S POV)

I gasped in horror as I quickly swerved the car to the side, narrowly avoiding a head_on collision. My car missed the streetlight pole by mere inches. Heart racing, I brought the car to a halt. The other driver's cusses rented the air as he drove past. "That was a close one," I mumbled, grasping the steering wheel tightly.

My heart pounded rapidly, and my hands shook uncontrollably. Just the thought of being involved in an accident made my heart pound.

After a few minutes, I finally got a grip on myself. I turned the car on and continued driving home. Upon arrival, I found Sofia in the sitting room, her legs crossed, typing away on her phone.

She looked stunning; her hair styled, makeup perfectly applied, and wearing a beautiful knee length beige dress. As I approached, I felt that familiar tug of fondness for her, in my heart. "Hi," I said.

"Hi," she replied, flashing a bright smile.

"Are you going somewhere?"

She rose from her seat and walked towards me. "The question should be; are we going somewhere?"

My face creased in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"With everything's that happened, I think you need a break," she said, tugging at my tie. "I booked us a spot at a nice restaurant, and we're going there for dinner."

"Sofia..." I trailed off, hesitant.

"No complaints," she warned, gently placing a finger on my lips. The act sent jitters through my system. "You'll go upstairs, have a nice bath, get shaved-your face is a mess with that stubble on it. Afterwards, get dressed in a tux and we'll head out."

I knew Sofia wouldn't take no for an answer, not with her plans in motion. "Fine," I mumbled. Maybe she was right; I do need a some fresh air to think all that's been happening, through.

"Good," she said, patting my arm. "Now go on."

upstairs. Under the refreshing feel of water on my skin, I cleared my thoughts a bit. After shaving, I dressed in a comfortable white shirt and dark pants, skipping the tux Sofia

way downstairs, I checked my watch-almost 6 pm. Early dinner didn't

saw me. "Look how handsome you are!" she

I replied, feeling

added, her

locked gaze with her. "Can we

about you and me alone anyway, so I agree, there's no point

reached for the Bentley's door handle, Sofia stopped me. "Not that

take that one instead," she said, pointing to the orange Ferrari sports car parked in

"You

It's been accumulating dust. It's time to take

key of every car parked in the garage. Few minutes later, we hit the road. "Where are we going?" I

Arielle works in," she

curious and suspicion look. "Why that one? If I remember clearly, you bad-mouthed their food the last time you were there." "That's because it was prepared by Arielle. She's not there, so I'm sure the meal will be handled by another chef

response, but leaned over and tapped on the phone's radio. Soon, the car was filled

that the conversation was over, and I didn't pres further. Merely focused on the road. I soon pulled up at the

we

me. I turned to give her a questioning.look, and she flashed me radiant smile. I looked around and saw people staring at us in admiration,

people Sofia led me to the spot she booked, and it

waitress, raising her voice. "Hey, you, come over here. My husband and I will love

point,

the table to alert waiters, and if you didn't want to use it, there are

uncivilized?"

thing I wanted was Sofia throwing tantrums in public. She can be quite a

soon arrived, and with the way her eyes dimmed, it seemed

who served me the poison your incompetent chef made, the

gonna try to defend her but save it. I want