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-"

my jaw. "I think we're here for some

exchanged with Mrs Gold. But I least cared. I just wanted to be done with this dinner, and be

awkwardly.

fell over the table afterward, with only

way until Mrs Gold broke the silence with a clear of her throat. "Um, Jared,

ignoring the sarcasm that

are engaged, aren't

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

This act got me uneasy,

inquired, unable

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

married," she

instantly choked and began coughing. Sofia passed me a glass of water,

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

disapprovingly, but I averted my gaze.

about marriage," I

"Yeah, marriage," she repeated.

make that decision." "We will let you all know when we're ready," I added, turning to face Sofia with

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

two

say so," I mumbled, and

knew my way around; it was my

was to just wander a bit and clear my head but when I walked into the garden, I was surprised by the sight

realize you still

swirled around, startled, but smiled when he saw me. "Old habits die

him. "But father

he was

close to the Butler,

always chide him

met

point, Mr

advice and stopped,

he resumed after