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

Divorced now, what's next?

(SOFIA'S POV)

I was taken aback by Jared's cold demeanor toward me, but I refused to relent. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anger. In the past, it was me calling the shot, forming a miss hard-to-get, but now, the tables have turned. It was now my turn to amend things with Jared, and I needed to humble myself. I imagined a scenario where I could regain the influence I once had over him. With that thought in mind, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

"You look tired," I said, bringing my voice to a soothing tone. " Did you two argue?

"Yes," he responded.

"Is she threatening, or trying to use the divorce as means to claim half of your assets? Be assured that I wouldn't let her. I have really powerful lawyer friends that can ensure she doesn't take a dime from you." "Unfortunately, she's not that kind of person. She doesn't want anything from me."

I was genuinely surprised. Was she stupid? What type of a woman agrees to a divorce from a man like Jared, and wouldn't demand anything from him? At the same time, I was happy. "Then what's the headache for? Isn't that supposed to be a relief?"

"I don't know, but I don't feel good about the change in her. It feels like she's nursing some revenge-worthy grudge against me."

I chuckled, amused by his unfounded fear. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about. What can a woman like Arielle possibly do to you? She's literally nobody without your name. No noble family, no influence."

Jared didn't say anything, merely stood up, sighing like one who was tired. "I'm tired, and need to rest."

"Aren't you hungry?" I inquired. "I made basmati rice and drumsticks."

"No, I'm not hungry. I had a heavy lunch."

I nodded, even though I was disappointed. I put in the work to prepare that meal and having him turn it down, stirred up anger in my belly.

I

back, casting me a

use your phone for a sec? My battery is low and I need to look up something on the

in his pocket. He handed it to

on the couch, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I tapped on the phone. I did a few things and then rose up, a triumphant

things were going

(ASHLEY'S POV)

comedy with Arielle in the living room. On intervals, I would check my phone, replying

from a

on W******p, and

to the message I was about to exit the app when something caught my attention. It was Jared's update and profile picture. It had what

a heavy frown. That must have caught Arielle's because she asked.

to rein it in. I raised a hand, trying to wave it off. I

make a call on

hurried outside to the porch before dialing the number. He picked up on the second ring. "What the

even wait until Arielle was feeling a little better. What's the rush for? You and Sofia

it for you?

it? Your

you and Arielle. Have some empathy, Jared. It's been only but a few hours since your divorce, and you two are already

silent, listening to him. "Don't give me that. You're not a child, Jared. You know what? I don't wanna listen to you. If you still have an iota of respect for Arielle,

heading inside now. The picture should be changed within that time. Arielle shouldn't see it. Thank

return inside and have Arielle suspect anything. Satisfied that I was calm, I turned around and was shocked to see Arielle standing inches away from me. Startled, my hands flew to my chest. "Arielle? How long have you