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 something like that? We're divorced, Jared. Why is Arielle's stuff

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

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 marriage?

visibly startled by the intensity of my words. "I

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

faltered

her face

Venet

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

as

care about me, do you? All you care about is her! Is that why you're 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 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,

the weight of it made my voice crack. "But don't twist

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,

ran 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?

she repeated, almost laughing through her tears. "You mean your past with her? You've

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

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 in your perfect memory