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.

obvious now. "Why would I hide something like that? We're divorced,

My voice hardened, frustration boiling just beneath the

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?

startled by the intensity of my words.

interrupted, my voice sharper now. "You had the key to this diary. What were on those

faltered

but then her face twisted

Venet

the dim light. "You're yelling at me over

as she went

doing this? I lost 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

lost the baby," I said quietly, trying to regain control of the conversation, but the weight of it made my voice crack. "But don't twist this.

to guilt-trip me over a diary? Over some old memories? I'm

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

through her tears. "You mean your past with her? You've

what I said!" I snapped, my

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 everything. But you... you're