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 called, stopping

turned back, casting me

to look up something on the Internet," I quickly added the last words when I

in his pocket. He handed it

on the couch, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I tapped on the phone.

were

(ASHLEY'S POV)

comedy with Arielle in the living room. On intervals, I would check my phone, replying to messages on my social media accounts

from a colleague at

up on

when something caught my attention. It was Jared's update and profile picture. It had

changed to a heavy frown. That must

able to rein it in. I raised a hand, trying to wave it off. I didn't want her to take notice. She was hurting already

make a call

up on the second ring. "What the hell is going on with you, Jared Smith? Why did you change your profile picture,

off your new relationship; couldn't you have been considerate and pick another time? You couldn't even wait until Arielle was feeling a little better. What's the rush for? You

mean she changed it for you? When did Sofia begin to be in possession of your phone?

it? Your old

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

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, you will change

and I'm heading inside now. The picture should be changed

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 been standing