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-"

beginning to grind in my jaw. "I think we're here for some good family time. Business talk can wait, can't

with Mrs Gold. But I least cared. I just wanted to be done with

laughed awkwardly.

awkward silence fell over the table afterward,

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

sarcasm that

Sofia are

plate now, wondering where her

she said, and then she exchanged glances with my mother. This act

inquired,

not, it's just that you two have been engaged for too long. Three years is a long time, and enough time to take

she spelled

began coughing. Sofia passed me

think I choked on the food," I responded, trying to compose

but I averted my gaze.

so we were talking about marriage," I

"Yeah, marriage," she repeated.

adults, I think Sofia and I should be left to make that decision." "We will let you all know when we're ready," I added,

she replied, returning

If you two say so," Mrs.

I

outside. I knew my way around; it was my parent's house after all. I grew up here before moving to stay on my

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

didn't realize you still smoke," I

when he saw me. "Old habits die hard, I guess," he said, turning

to stand beside him. "But father won't be

father, when he was

the Butler, Mr Will,

chide

met

At some point, Mr Will

advice and stopped, but

he resumed

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