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.

did Sofia go out with it?

saw me, she hurried

she cried, clinging

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

was so scared," she said, her voice shaking

out a handkerchief and

hurt?" I asked,

shook her head. "No, but I think I'm

the damaged car. A mix of emotions flowed through me-disappointment and

about the car now; it would be highly insensitive of me. Instead, I pulled out my phone and

My Bentley's been damaged. Can

"Sure."

Then I turned to Sofia. "Come on,

nodded. "But, I have to get my stuff

opened the car's backdoor, bringing out designer

finally piece things together; she had gone shopping with my most prized car and got it bashed.

This wasn't over.

later, but for now, I just wanted

in silence as everyone seemed to be in their separate worlds. I spoke. Pulled into the driveway, and Sofia's

and she got on the couch, instantly taking out the

this gorgeous dress. And these blouses, aren't

my

né

if she was truly traumatized by the accident like she claimed. She seemed to have recovered so fast, and since that was the case I decided to

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

as they looked up at me. "What

need a job," I repeated.

"No, I don't."

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

calling me jobless?" She asks, her voice

can learn how to be frugal and not lavish money and

"No-"

cutting me off. "Goodness, you're so insensitive, Jared.

never said so,

I had died? Would you