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."

walked upstairs. Under the refreshing feel of water on my skin, I cleared my thoughts a bit. After shaving, I dressed

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

me. "Look how handsome

you," I

added, her voice

faltered, and I locked gaze with her.

surrender. "As you wish. The evening is about you and me alone anyway, so I agree, there's

we walked outside together. As I reached for the Bentley's door handle, Sofia

said, pointing to the orange Ferrari sports car parked

an eyebrow. "You want

her eye. "Why not? It's been accumulating dust. It's time to take her out

the garage. Few minutes later, we hit the road. "Where are we going?" I turned to Sofia, realizing she had not given me the direction of the

restaurant Arielle works in,"

cast her a 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

on the phone's radio. Soon, the car was filled with the tune

didn't pres further. Merely focused on the road. I soon pulled up at the restaurant, and

we did,

smile. I looked around and saw people staring at us

couples, holding the stares of people Sofia led me to the spot she booked, and it was at

on a waitress, raising her voice. "Hey, you, come over here. My husband

point, literally

table to alert waiters, and if you didn't want to use it, there are more civilized ways to beckon a waitress without

uncivilized?" She asked,

whispered. The last thing I wanted was Sofia throwing tantrums in

way her eyes dimmed, it seemed she

were the one who served me the poison your incompetent chef made, the last time I was here." Sofia

quiet. I know you're gonna try to defend her