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."

walked away, Sofia turned to me, flashing a smile like nothing was wrong. "I think we

phone and began snapping selfies of us. She leaned close to me, threw an arm around my

felt uncomfortable with the public display of affection, but

viewed the photos. "You look so handsome, Jared. I'll

frowned, my mind contemplating the

were married would think if

somehow got me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out of

with another photo, her smiles dazzling. "Just

rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate, she

trying to play along. She posted some of the photos online, and I could already imagine the

argument with Sofia. After all, if she was happy, it was a successful evening. I simply paid

me, eyes bright. "Wasn't that fun? How's the

else was good about it, but I dared not say it aloud.

you you'd enjoy yourself.

as usual, I didn't say it aloud. "Maybe," I shrugged, "but not

smile dimmed a bit, but she quickly recovered. "I'll

nodded, the least enthusiastic about the plan. This evening has been a disaster, and I couldn't wait

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

en

women apart in my life is the fact that

(ARIELLE'S POV)

did well today, I look forward to seeing a better performance tomorrow," Sinai said, bidding me

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

was absent as she

out to

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

Sune and

to have