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.

got ready for work. As I made my

the sitting room, sipping coffee and scrolling through

you're awake,"

"Yeah, good morning."

responded, setting her

ask about last night," I began, my tone

"Yes?"

face. "I don't know, but I don't

tired and sleepy and needed to retire to bed. Shad something about having an important meeting

she can't be telling lies because there was

she replied, nodding. "You were really

Something didn't add up, but I didn't have any evidence to back up

that's all that

brow furrowed. "Yes.

shook my

ן"

you later," I said, smilling bitterly. So that was it. It was just a dream, like all the others before it, haunting me with the memory of

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 glad I lied smoothly and he didn't suspect

let out a huge sigh of relief and settled back into the couch. As I did, my thoughts wandered to last night and how my plan ended up a total

took its effect

wine to

I tried to

sly smile crossed my features as I knew he was no match for the drug. His attempts to push me away were feeble, and I easily

I undressed him, my excitement grew. Thoughts on how I'll finally have him inside of me and by the end of tonight, I'll have his seed planted inside of

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

no, no, no," I muttered, frustration

and touching him, hoping to arouse some reaction, but nothing happened. His body remained slack and unresponsive. "Come on, Jared, wake up," I whispered,

mumbling incoherently, but didn't wake up. I continued to try to rouse him, growing more desperate and frustrated by the minute. "Please, Jared, just a little,"

out of consciousness, never fully waking. Finally, he fell

like screaming and crying out of frustration as I watched him sprawled on the bed, snoring

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

grabbed the wine bottle, still half-ful, and stormed out of the room, slamming the

What a disaster!

back and forth in the bedroom, grinding

could this

made sure I got

was supposed to go smoothly. How come his manhood went

working together to foil all my plans of us being

my phone ringing jerked me back to reality, and I sighed and

mom calling. "Mum," I

"Hey, sweetie."

"Good morning, mum."

morning, my

voice bearing

sweetness. "I've been wanting to call, but I didn't