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?"

question. "Did you hide

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

my question." My voice hardened, frustration

lips tightened, and then she 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

by the intensity of my words. "I

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

faltered

then her face

Venet

Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening under the dim

cracked as

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 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

lost the baby," I said quietly, trying to regain control of the conversation, but the weight of it made my voice crack. "But

over a diary? Over some old memories? I'm the one who's hurting here, not Arielle!

my hands over my face, exhausted 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 fix the past, but that

your past with her? You've already made it clear

I snapped, my patience fraying. "Stop

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