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

Nothing but a dream.

(JARED'S POV)

As I struggled to stay awake and fight off Sofia, my mind began to drift into a dreamlike state.

And then, as if a door in my mind opened, I found myself in a different place a warm, inviting room bathed in soft light. It felt familiar, safe, like something I had lost long ago but never stopped searching for.

Arielle was there, standing beside me, her eyes shining, her lips curled into the softest of smiles. My heart soared at the sight of her. She was real. Here. With me.

"Love," I whispered, my voice trembling with an overwhelming mix of joy and disbelief.

"Yes, Jared," she replied, her voice as warm and soothing as a lullaby I had forgotten. The sound wrapped around me, and for a moment, the ache in my chest disappeared.

I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, emotions swirling-happiness so immense it nearly crushed me. She was here. She still loved me. And everything I had ruined, everything that had torn us apart, no longer mattered. I reached for her, my fingers lacing with hers, the warmth of her skin grounding me in this perfect moment.

"I've missed you so much," I confessed.

We moved closer, as if pulled together by an invisible force, our lips just a breath away. My heart swelled, drowning in the joy of having her close again. Her scent, her touch, it was all so familiar, so real. When our lips finally met, the world around us melted away, leaving just the two of us. The kiss was everything I had dreamed of-soft, deep, and filled with the unspoken love that had once defined us. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was whole again.

But then, regret clawed its way to the surface, a sharp pain in my chest. I pulled back, breaking the kiss, my eyes searching hers.

"Do you forgive me?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes," she responded, without hesitation.

Her answer stunned me. "You do?" I pressed further, searching her face.

"Yes, Jared." Her voice so sure, so kind.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, the guilt nearly choking me. "I was wrong to hurt you," I confessed, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I was so wrong..."

"It's in the past now," she said gently, cradling my face in her hands. "Let it go, Jared. We can start again. Right here, right now."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

But just as we were about to surrender to our desires, I jerked awake. Or rather, I slipped further into unconsciousness.

The dream faded, taking Arielle with it and I was left with a deep longing.

"Arielle," I tried to call, but the sound ended in my throat.

It was Sofia's face I saw instead, and not Arielle's. And then everything went blank.

I woke up the next morning feeling spent and groggy, my head heavy and mouth dry. I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my memory was hazy and in half. As I slowly sat up, the memories came flooding back, overwhelming me.

Sofia, the apology, the wine.

I rubbed my temples, trying to piece the memories together. Why did I sleep off without notice? The wine was non-alcoholic, wasn't it? I vividly remember checking the label. Groggily, I threw off the covers and got out of bed. What exactly happened last night? Where is Sofia? She was in the room with me last night.

Still dazed, I lazily looked at the clock and a major part of my drowsiness left me. I had important investors coming in today at work, and I was going to be late if I didn't start preparing for work.

work. As I made my way out of the

scrolling through her phone. She looked up

you're awake," she

"Yeah, good morning."

responded, setting her

about last night," I

"Yes?"

after we talked?" I asked, studying her face. "I don't know, but I don't

bed. Shad something about

part but then, she can't be telling lies because there was no way she would have

replied, nodding. "You were really exhausted. You should take it easy

I didn't have any evidence to back up my gut

sure that's all that happened?"

furrowed. "Yes.

shook my head.

ן"

I said, smilling bitterly. So that was it. It was just a dream, like all the

a constant ache that never went away. But I couldn't admit it, couldn't confess to myself that she wasn't coming back. Not now, maybe not ever. And forgiveness? That was just another dream I couldn't let myself believe in.

(SOFIA'S POV)

a close call. I was

a huge sigh of relief and settled back into the couch. As I did, my thoughts

the wine took its

wine to

to undress

no match for the drug. His attempts to

how I'll finally have him inside of me and by the

to the last piece of clothing on him, Jared's manhood lay limp and

no, no, no," I

happened. His body remained slack and unresponsive.

but didn't wake up. I continued to try to rouse him, growing more desperate and frustrated by

and out of

cursed under my breath, defeated. I felt like screaming and crying out of frustration

electric sparks as I hastily put his clothes back on him, in an attempt not to leave any trace of my failed

the wine bottle, still half-ful, and stormed out

What a disaster!

in

could this

carefully calculated every detail. The sedative, I made sure I got a potent one,

to go smoothly.

his side and working together to foil

jerked me back to reality, and I

mom calling. "Mum," I

"Hey, sweetie."

"Good morning, mum."

morning, my

voice bearing

sweetness. "I've been wanting to call, but I