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

Loss of self.

(JARED'S POV)

"The greatest pain of love is the pain of its loss, and the greatest loss is the loss of self."

I sighed and tore my gaze from the quote in the book I have been forcing myself to read for minutes now. It's funny how it resonates so well with my current state of life.

Sighing again, I looked out my office window as I let my head do the one thing it has been doing best lately-think.

I thought about the drastic crumbling of my relationship with Sofia. What I had once thought would be a forever passionate flame had dwindled so fast to a mere faint spark that was barely flickering.

Sofia was growing reckless by the day, hooking up with some not-so-good ladies that all they do is party, gossip about popular celebrity news, and go on shopping sprees. I, on the other hand, kept withdrawing and moving farther away from her. The final straw had been the credit card incident. Against my will, my thoughts drifted to that fateful day.

I had received a notification of a substantial transfer from my credit card. Instantly, I knew something was amiss. I had left the car at home, and only one person could have used it-Sofia.

I called her repeatedly, but she Ignored my calls. Anxiety biting at my gut, I barely made it to the close of work before hurrying home.

The scene that greeted me as infuriating as much as it was surreal. Sofia was surrounded by designer shopping bags from different luxurious brands.

"Where did you get all of these, and how?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice low and rational.

"From popular designer shops and with your card," she responded nonchalantly.

"My card?" I asked, still trying to keep my temper low and controlled.

Don't start now, please. The allowance you give me isn't enough. Besides, I already exhausted the

Sofia replied, her tone nonchalant. "I had to use your credit

my credit card,

tone dripping with insolence. "It was in the drawer for me to use. If you didn't want it to be used, why

how it works. You can't

Am I not

asking. It's not yours to take. And yes, I left the card in the drawer and that's because it's

I have my card

sullen, but she pulled it out of her purse

later, when my emotions were in check, I attempted to speak to

recent spending habits and the company you keep, Sofia,"

Her response was explosive. "Just let me

conversation ended there, and

her again. Saving her or salvaging our relationship was futile. So I began to distange myself, hiding my cards and financial documents

was exist as strangers under the same roof. I was more focused on rebuilding my financial state and climbing back

clock and sighed in exasperation.

visit the snooker house, and have a bottle or two. That

usual, I played with a few regulars, losing

hours,

two, and two into five

vein, numbing every pain