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

Between the devil and the deep blue sea.

(Jared's POV)

My hands trembled as I closed the diary, barely processing the words still echoing in my mind. Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door, snapping me out of my daze.

The door creaked open, and Sofia strode in, her face already set in its usual frown. She stopped when she saw me, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Sofia," I rasped, my throat tight, "we need to talk."

She paused, eyebrows raised. "What's this about?"

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I held up the diary. "Do you recognize this?"

Her eyes flickered-recognition, maybe fear-but she quickly masked it with indifference. "No. Why would I?"

"I think you do," I said, my voice low but steady. "Look closer."

She hesitated, taking the diary from my hands, her fingers brushing over the worn cover. "It's just a diary, Jared." She pushed it back to me, dismissively. "Where did you find this?"

her question. "Did

darted, the discomfort obvious now. "Why would I hide something like that? We're divorced, Jared. Why is Arielle's stuff still even here?

the answer to my question." My voice hardened, frustration boiling just

you to keep dwelling on the past, on her. What's the point? She's gone, you have me now." "Protect me?" I scoffed, unable to believe her audacity. "From what? From remembering how much I screwed up my

by the intensity of my words. "I was just trying

interrupted, my voice sharper now. "You had the key to this diary.

faltered for

then her

Venet

under the dim

cracked as she

That should be our baby, and you're yelling at me because of your ex-wife's stupid diary?" The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My throat tightened, and for a moment, I was speechless. I swallowed hard,

of the conversation, but the weight of it made my voice crack. "But don't twist this. This isn't

stepped closer, her face flushed with anger and hurt. "I gave up everything to be with you, Jared! And now you want to guilt-trip me over a diary? Over some old memories? I'm the one who's hurting here, not Arielle! She's gone! I'm the one who lost the baby, who's trying to hold us

exhausted and torn. "Sofia, this isn't a competition about who's hurting more. You think I don't regret everything

through her tears. "You mean your past with her? You've already made it clear you regret everything

said!" I snapped, my patience fraying. "Stop

wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "You're so obsessed with that diary, with her, that you can't even see how much~~~ I'm still suffering." She paused, her voice softening into a calculated vulnerability. "I thought you loved me Jared. I thought we were going to build something together, move past