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

Time to let go

(JARED'S POV)

"Hell has no fury like a woman scorned in the heart."

The words reverberated in my ears over and over again, and I felt like cutting them off. I was driving home after the confrontation with Arielle, but the words won't stop replaying in my head. And each time they did, I felt shivers run down my spine. Those words were no mere words. They were the words of a woman who had changed in so many ways. Arielle had changed.

My eyes trailed to the papers on the passenger seat, the words "Irreconcilable differences" staring back at me. I sighed and tore my gaze away. I had tried to convince Arielle to change her mind, to consider what people would say.

So far, people who were privy to our marriage thought it to be perfect -a match made in heaven. How will they take the news of our divorce?

But Arielle was adamant. She had walked into the room and returned with the divorce papers which she shoved into my hands, and asked me out of the house.

I had tried to pacify her, but she threatened to call the neighborhood guard on me, and with the look in her eyes, I knew she would go through with the threat if I didn't leave.

And so I left with the papers, flinging them on the passenger seat as soon as I got into the car.

My thoughts were cut short by the ringing of my phone. I reached for it and saw it was Sofia calling. An exasperated sigh left my lips when I saw she had called me multiple types before now. Now, that spelled trouble because Sofia hates her calls being missed. I had left my phone in the car while talking to Arielle

Hesitating, I answered the phone.

"Hey."

"Jared, where have you been?" Sofia's voice was shrill on the other end. "You haven't been taking my calls. Do you now stay out late?"

I managed to keep my voice calm and normal. "Hey, I got caught up with some

and was told you left the office by 5 pm. What time

a glance at my wristwatch;

voice rose accusingly. "Fine, come home.

and flung the phone away. The last thing I needed was anyone's tantrums. But as I pulled into the garage, weariness washed over me. I wasn't ready to face Sofia's nagging, not

front door, and immediately Sofia opened the door, her eyes

a smile, trying to placate her. "I told you,

"Don't lie to me, Jared. I know you went to see

eyes dimmed. How

you

on something. I followed her gaze and saw it was fixated on the folder tugged under

her eyes, but she beat me to it. She

"Hand it over, Sofia."

ignored me, attempting to unfasten the

not for you," I said, taking

she moved away and began

"Sofia?"

pursuit, being careful not to startle her. She was pregnant

and she moved further from me before pulling out the papers in the

she murmured, her eyes lighting

pointless trying to get the papers from

read to my hearing. "Wow! So Miss-perfect is

to joke about. My marriage is tethering