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

He might have lost a gem.

(JARED'S POV)

I watched in horror as Sofia's grip on the laptop tightened. "Sofia, please," I begged, trying to keep my voice low and not aggravate things. "Don't do this. That laptop has very important files and contacts." "Important files and contacts?" she sneered. "Or just important contacts?"

"Sofia, stop this," I warned, my patience wearing off.

"I'll stop when you fire that secretary of yours," she spat.

My jaws clenched, as I paused to weigh my options. I couldn't afford to lose these files. "Fine, I'll fire her."

Sofia's expression changed a little now, a sly smile spreading on her face. "Do it now."

I grabbed the intercom, my hands heavy with reluctance. "Brooke, you're fired, effective immediately."

Brooke's voice came through the intercom. "Sir, please...what did I do?"

But I ended the call, unable to best her pleas.

Sofia, my eyes hard, and my tone

eyes glinting mischievously. "Promise you'll come home

but the thought of losing

me the laptop. "Here

threatened. That would have cost my company a lot. As I tried to return to work, she tried to snuggle up to me, but I shrugged her off. "I have work to do, Sofia. Just leave." She did it all the time; she misbehaved and then tried to act cozy to evade accountability. Well, not anymore. I was no longer going

unperturbed. "I'll see

didn't bother to respond. I kept my eyes on the screen until I heard the door click shut behind her. Only then did I let out the breath I hadn't realized

to care about the files. My mind wandered, drifting back to a time when life wasn't this... heavy.

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let my thoughts slip back to her. Arielle's face, her smile, the way she'd look me with quiet understanding, without judgement. She didn't need to play games to get my attention, didn't resort to manipulation or threats. She was just...

Kind.

had I

had stayed with her? The regret settled in my chest like a heavy weight, pressing down harder with each

end up here?

want, clinging to it not out of love, but out of obligation. I couldn't

criteria for holding the position was to be either married or engaged. So I was merely hanging on while waiting for the next best

in months, and the not knowing gnawed at me. Where was she? What was she doing? Did she hate me? I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I knew

when my