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.

that? We're divorced, Jared. Why is Arielle's stuff still even here? Haven't

My voice

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

of my words. "I was

tore out the pages, Sofia," I interrupted, my voice sharper now. "You had the key to

faltered for

her

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way I'd come to expect. Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening under the dim light. "You're yelling at me over a stupid diary? After everything

cracked as she

my child, Jared. 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, feeling my heart twist painfully. She knew exactly where to strike, and I had no defense. The memory of Sofia's loss, that small, fragile life slipping away, haunted

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

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

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

laughing through her tears. "You mean your

I said!" I snapped, my

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