Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

What do you do when you regret something you've done?

(JARED'S

POV)

"Come on Sofia, we'll be late," I called out.

It was a Sunday evening, and we were preparing to leave for my mum's place for dinner. Since the return of Sofia's parents, Mum had made it a ritual that we all had dinner with the Golds at her place every Sunday.

As much as I would rather be anywhere but at dinner, I didn't have much of a choice. Mother doesn't take absence from what she called "a little family reunion," lightly.

I glanced at my wristwatch when Sofia didn't emerge, deciding to give her a few more minutes. I don't know what her fuss about wearing makeup was about, it was just dinner.

A few minutes later, she ascended the stairs. "How do I look?" She asked, striking a pose.

Honestly, she looked stunning, but I was no longer swayed by her looks. "You look beautiful," I said, and quickly added, "Can we leave now?"

"Sure," she replied.

We walked outside to the car, and I drove off. We arrived at my mother's place, and the moment we alighted from the car, Sofia took my arm in hers. She does that whenever we visit, in an attempt to give off an impression that was not needed. I gave no reaction as usual, and we continued walking.

We were led to the dining room by the butler as usual and settled into our chairs. A few minutes later, mother joined us and we exchanged pleasantries. Afterward, we waited for the Gold's to arrive, as they were always the last at the party. While waiting, Sofia's necklace caught my mother's attention.

"A beautiful piece you've got there, Sofia," she said, admiring the sparkling diamond.

Sofia smiled, her eyes locking into mine for a brief moment. "Thank you, Jared got it for me."

I looked at the necklace and suppressed a scoff, inwardly rolling my eyes. I didn't get her the jewel; as a matter of fact, I hadn't gotten her a gift for as long as I can remember. But trust Sofia to always pretend our relationship was perfect. My mother beamed with pride. "Really? My son sure knows how to care for a woman."

"Yeah," I murmured and diverted my attention to my phone.

A few minutes later, the Gold's arrived.

Pleasantries were exchanged, and my mother beckoned the chef to come serve us.

As we ate, Mr. Gold spoke up. "Jared, how's the company going? I read the recent New York business paper, and your company has dropped from number two to four."

I forced a smile, irritation growing inside of me. "Yeah, it's just a minor setback. We'll bounce back."

"You think so? Denzel-"

jaw. "I think

looked taken aback, and I think Mother was too, judging from the surprised glances she exchanged with Mrs Gold. But I least cared. I just wanted to

Gold laughed awkwardly. "Of course, of

focus to my meal. An awkward silence fell over the table afterward, with only the

way until Mrs Gold broke the silence with a clear of her throat. "Um, Jared, I know you said business talks are

ignoring the sarcasm that dripped from her

are engaged, aren't

wondering where her questions were headed. "Of course. I mean,

she said, and then she exchanged glances with my mother. This act got me uneasy, as

inquired,

have been engaged for too long. Three years is a long time, and enough time

married," she

and began coughing. Sofia passed me a glass of

choked on

but I

we were talking about marriage," I began, facing Mrs

"Yeah, marriage," she repeated.

course, marriage is a good thing, but as adults, I think Sofia and I should be left to make that decision."

yes. That's right," she replied, returning

you two say

so," I mumbled,

I excused myself and walked outside. I knew my way

wander a bit and clear my head but when I walked into the garden, I was surprised by the sight of a figure smoking, it's back to me. On walking

you still smoke," I called

me. "Old habits die

to stand beside him.

when he was

the Butler,

chide him

met

point, Mr

and stopped, but

resumed