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.

eyes hard, and my

her eyes glinting mischievously. "Promise you'll come home

the thought of losing those files kept me

handed me the laptop. "Here you

she had not smashed it like she 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

"I'll see you

heard the door click shut behind her. Only then did I let out

too drained to care about the files. My mind wandered, drifting back to a time when life wasn't this... heavy. Before Sofia, before the chaos.

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smile, the way she'd look me with quiet understanding, without judgement. She didn't need to play games to get my

Kind.

had I

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

end up here? Trapped

I couldn't break it off, not without hurting my mother or risking my position as chairman

position was to be either married or engaged. So I was merely

sighed, trying to refocus on work, but my mind refused to let go of Arielle. I hadn't seen or heard from her in months, and the not knowing gnawed at me. Where was she? What was she doing? Did she hate

I asked when my investigator