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

Discovery and regret

(JARED'S POV)

closer to understanding what I had lost.

Her name, in her handwriting. Keeping a diary? This is too old-shool, just what Arielle would do. How could I never realize she had this habit? My pulse quickened as I skimmed through the next few pages, my eyes searching for anything-anything that would bring me I came upon an entry, and the words on the page seemed to leap out at me.

"I discovered I was pregnant today. I've been having the symptoms, so I went to see a doctor. It's confirmed, I'm going to be a mother! I can't wait to tell Jared... he's going to be so happy."

The excitement in her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I could almost hear her voice in my head, the same way she used to look at me with that hopeful smile. My hands tightened around the diary as my chest constricted painfully. Our child.

I flipped to the next page, my eyes scanning the next entry.

"I was going to break the news to Jared tonight at our anniversary dinner, but he left on a work call and hasn't come back yet."

I paused, my breath catching in my throat. That night... I remembered it. I had left her, abandoned her at that dinner, not for work, but because Sofia had called me from the airport, and I'd rushed to her side. I didn't even think about what Arielle had planned. Didn't think about her at all. My jaw clenched. I always thought...we had time.

than the last. The entries were raw, filled with Arielle's pain, but not the jealousy I would have expected. No, it was worse-so much

I was too wrapped up in Sofia's mess to even notice. Back then, I

him. I miss the way things used to be before she came back. It feels like he's slipping away from

pages-it was sorrow. Quiet, relentless sorrow. Arielle wasn't fighting for control. She was fighting not to lose everything we had built, to not be forgotten. I continued reading, each entry

but he left again. I just... I can't bring myself to tell him now. Not when he's so distant. It's like I'm a stranger in

to me, and I don't know if I can trust him anymore. I love him, but it hurts

that line, a sharp pang

fake kiss. It hadn't meant anything to me at the time, but to

ways I

I feel like shit right now. I managed to read through more pages

at the thought of what she had written

against the next blank page, noticing faint

visible, but as I angled the diary

pounded as I slowly