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

She made it to the News.

(JARED'S POV)

I was buried in work when Sofia's call cut through the silence, pulling me from my focus.

Ok what happened this time? When could she stop causing trouble? I sighed and suppressed my anger as I listened to her crying on the other end of the phone. She lived under my roof; her safety was something I couldn't ignore. Now I knew that was my karma. I shut my laptop, grabbed my keys, and left.

As I drove, I silently prayed that the accident was not as bad as she had explained over the phone.

Halfway there, I hit a red light. Frustration gnawed at me as I tapped the steering wheel, waiting for it to change. That's when my gaze drifted, scanning the surrounding cars. It was then I noticed a grey Audi beside me.

This wasn't a rare model, but it looked particularly familiar somehow.

Something stirred in me-Ashley's car? But why would she be in this part of town? My eyes narrowed, curiosity taking hold. I leaned forward, trying to peer through the tinted window.

There, in the passenger seat, sat a woman whose face was obscured by the reflections and the chaotic traffic. I couldn't make her out, but something in my gut twisted.

She looked familiar. Too familiar.

The feeling hit me hard, a strange pull, like I should know her. My heart skipped, and for a moment, everything else faded. I strained to get a better look, trying to inch closer, but the distance and reflections distorted my view. Still, I couldn't shake the sense that I had seen her before.

It gnawed at me, growing stronger with every passing second.

"Hey, where are you?" Sofia's voice breezed through.

"I'm almost there," I muttered, my eyes still glued to the Audi. My fingers tightened around the wheel.

"Please hurry."

As the call ended, the red lights turned green. Immediately, Ashley's car sped away, getting lost in the stream of cars and traffic.

A sharp pang of regret settled deep in my chest. I should've followed it, should've pushed harder to see her-whoever she was.

The moment slipped away, leaving me with a strange emptiness I couldn't shake. But I forced myself to shove it aside.

Deciding there was no point dwelling on the matter, I shoved it aside and focused on getting to Sofia.

I soon arrived at the location and parked a few meters away, then alighted. As I approached, my heart suddenly sank in my stomach when I saw the car-my newly acquired Bentley Continental GT.

go out

and saw me, she hurried into my arms,

cried,

the situation, before wrapping my arms around her. I had to comfort her,

scared," she said, her voice shaking when we

handkerchief and handed it to

asked,

shook her head. "No, but

sorry about that," I said, my eyes drifting to the damaged car. A mix

talk about the car now; it would be highly insensitive of

Bentley's been damaged. Can you come

"Sure."

Then I

nodded. "But, I have to

opened the car's backdoor, bringing out designer shopping

wasn't hard to finally piece things together; she had gone shopping with my most prized car and got it bashed. But I didn't say a word, I merely led her to the car I arrived in, opening the door

This wasn't over.

later, but for now,

their separate worlds. I

the house and she got on the couch, instantly taking out the

dress. And

my

né

so fast, and since that was the case I decided to bring up the topic I was saving later

you need to get a job, Sofia," I said

eyes narrowing as they looked up at me. "What

job," I repeated. "Something to keep

"No, I don't."

insisted. "You need to start leaving the house every morning and doing something other

jobless?" She asks, her

just maybe, you can learn how to be frugal and not lavish money and ruin things." Her expression darkened as her

"No-"

cutting me off. "Goodness, you're so insensitive, Jared. So you're more concerned about a car

never said so,

I had died? Would you be giving me