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?"

ignored her question. "Did

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

to my question." My voice hardened, frustration

sighed dramatically, crossing her arms. "Fine. I was trying to protect you, Jared. I didn't want you to keep dwelling on the past, on her. What's the point? She's gone, you have me now." "Protect me?" I

by the intensity of my words. "I was just

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

expression faltered for

her face twisted

Venet

to expect. Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening under the dim light. "You're yelling at

cracked as she went

words hit me like a punch to the gut. My throat tightened, and for a moment, I was speechless. I swallowed

control of the conversation, but the weight of it made

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,

isn't a competition about who's hurting more. You think I don't regret everything that happened? I can't fix the past, but that doesn't mean I'm going to forget

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

I snapped, my patience fraying. "Stop twisting my

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 everything. But you... you're still stuck