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

Such a twisted Irony.

(JARED'S POV)

Sofia's eyes flashed with anger. "What did you say?" She asked, her voice threatening.

Rebecca forced a smile, but remained silent.

"I thought as much," Sofia hissed, her tone filled with disdain. "I'd like to place my order now."

"Of course, ma'am," Rebecca said and handed her the menu.

Sofia scanned the menu for minutes, before making a choice. "I'll have the lobster thermidor, filet mignon, waffles with syrup, pasta and meatballs, seared scallops, roasted steak, and the most expensive wine you have-the Chateau margaux 1787. I chuckled, not missing a beat. "All that? You're going big, aren't you, Sofia?"

She gave me a tight smile. "You're a billionaire, Jared. It's embarrassing to question something as basic as food."

I bit back a sigh, my tone light. "Not questioning, just making sure you're not ordering half the kitchen out of boredom." I caught Rebecca's eye and added, "She has a big appetite; it's best to bring smaller portions."

Sofia huffed but didn't argue, too wrapped up in the show of it all. I flashed the waitress an apologetic look as they left, hoping they'd bring a reasonable amount. It wouldn't hurt for her to enjoy herself-but waste wasn't exactly my idea of luxury. Sofia handed the menu back to Rebecca. "We'll have that. Go on and bring our order."

"Umm...Sir, aren't you making an order?" the waitress asked.

Before I could respond, Sofia beat me to it. "Are you dumb or blind? Didn't you see that I made the order for the both of us?"

"I'm sorry, ma,"

"Get out and go get what I ordered."

Glancing around, other diners cast curious looks.

I narrowed my eyes, "Mind your word Sofia."

a smile like nothing was wrong. "I think we should take

for my response, she took out her phone and began snapping selfies of us. She leaned close to

affection, but couldn't say

"You look so handsome,

frowned, my mind contemplating the implications if those

we were married would think if they saw these

and I tried to talk Sofia out of it. "Sofia,

me with another photo, her smiles dazzling.

Sofia's order, rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate,

She posted some of the photos online, and

to an argument with Sofia. After all, if she was happy, it was a successful evening. I simply paid the bill, and tipped the waitress generously for her troubles. Sofia complained about

way out, Sofia turned to me,

for the meal itself, nothing else was good about it, but I dared not say it aloud.

was besides herself with excitement. "Really? I told you you'd enjoy yourself. So, would you love to try it some other

But as usual, I didn't say it aloud. "Maybe," I

she quickly

been a disaster, and

think of Arielle and how different she was from Sofia. Arielle was feminine, quiet, and peaceful, whereas

en

in my life is the fact that while I loved the latter, I respected the former. Such a twisted

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I look forward to seeing a

being wheeled back to my room by a nurse. I returned the wave, as

absent

to

fix my phone. I missed her and couldn't wait for

Sune and

wait to have