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."

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

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

up when she saw me. "Look how handsome you

you," I replied, feeling

she added, her voice taking on a condescending tone. "Such a selfish

gaze with

The evening is about you and me alone anyway, so I agree,

I reached for the Bentley's door handle,

that one instead," she said, pointing to the

raised an eyebrow. "You want

It's been accumulating dust.

in the garage. Few minutes later, we hit the road. "Where are we going?" I turned to Sofia, realizing

Arielle works

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 who knows her job." "Are you trying to insinuate

leaned over and tapped on the phone's radio. Soon, the car was filled with the tune of

pres further. Merely focused on the road.

we did,

looked around and saw people staring at us in admiration, I

couples, holding the stares of people Sofia led me to the spot

"Hey, you, come over here. My husband and I will love to

point, literally

my voice "That was not necessary, Sofia. There's a button on the table to alert

calling me uncivilized?" She asked, appearing

The last thing I wanted was

waitress soon arrived, and with the way her eyes

the poison your incompetent

you're gonna try to defend her but save it. I want to see the chef in