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.

isn't enough. Besides, I already exhausted the ken for this month and couldn't wait until next month for another so I

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

stole my credit card, you

retorted, her tone dripping with insolence. "It was in the drawer for me to use.

say the least. "Sofia, that's not how it works. You can't just take my things without

I

of mine without asking. It's not yours to take. And yes, I left the card in the drawer

have my card now?"

expression turned sullen, but she pulled it out of her purse and handed

emotions were in check, I attempted to speak to

habits and the company you keep, Sofia,"

a calmer response, but her reverse was the case. Her response was

ended there,

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

focused on rebuilding my financial state and climbing back up the ladder of wealth that has been

up the clock and sighed in exasperation. It was closing time, but I sure as hell was not

and have a bottle or two. That decided, I gathered my stuff and left the

at the snooker house, and as usual, I played with a

hours, I headed

one drink turned into two, and two into five and I kept the number

my vein, numbing every