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

She was his wife.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Friends?" I taunted him. "Best friends? Just like you and Sofia?

He didn't respond, so I continued. "I have enough friends. I do not need more."

He nodded and rose to his feet. "I'll see you some other time.

I wanted to scoff and tell him, "You wish," but I restrained myself. Instead, I nodded curtly and followed him to the door. He hesitated for a moment, sparing me a glance before walking out.

As soon as the door shut, the dam broke. I walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it, burying my face in my palms. Reality finally dawned on me. I was truly divorced from Jared. I was not hallucinating, it was real.

I didn't realize how long I sat there sobbing, but the door going open alerted me that Ashley was home. I tried to bolt to hide my swollen face, but it was too late; she saw me.

"Are you all right? My goodness, have you been crying?" She shrieked, rushing to me.

I tried to hide my face by looking away, but she forcefully turned it to face her. "What happened to you?"

Deciding hiding or lying was pointless, I opted to tell her the truth. "Jared was here-"

"Did he hurt you? I swear, I would kill him-"

"No," I shook my head. "He was here to sign the divorce papers."

"What?" Arielle exclaimed. And then she regained herself. "I'm sorry for my outburst; it's just that I was surprised since a few days ago, he refused to sign the papers. I'm just wondering what changed his mind." "I don't know. My marriage is indeed over. I finally lost to Sofia," I cried.

cautioned, crushing me in a hug. "It's his loss. Jared

still hurt.

Ashley was able

do you regret your decision to divorce

might be hurt that my marriage of three years has been annulled, but I don't

up your mind," Ashley

I nodded.

been in these

I asked, looking up at her in surprise. "You,

not that bad,"

through it?" I asked, wanting to

got over it. We all go through heartbreak at some point. Time

agreement; time was the best healer. It was all I needed to get over Jared,

a sudden,

one of the fastest ways of getting past a heartbreak or failed relationship is visiting the bar. Who knows, you could get drunk and end up in the arms of a smoky hot Mafiadord like those

"You're silly," I groaned.

(JARED'S POV)

the drive home, I tried to come to terms with the fact that

en

was a good woman, and a part of me was going to miss

and walked

as usual. "Hey," she called out, all smiles. And then she glanced

minutes," I replied, taking a

right. How was