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 with

turned around and saw me, she hurried into my arms, bursting into

cried,

unsure of how to handle the situation, before wrapping my arms

scared," she said,

pulled out a handkerchief and handed it

hurt?" I asked, scanning her face and

shook her head. "No, but I

damaged car. A

couldn't talk about the car now; it would be highly insensitive of me. Instead, I pulled out my phone and dialed my mechanic's

My Bentley's been damaged. Can you come

"Sure."

quickly read out the address, and the call ended. Then I turned to Sofia. "Come on, I'll drive you

I have to

opened the car's

most prized car and

This wasn't over.

but for now, I just

home was in silence as everyone seemed to be in their separate worlds. I spoke. Pulled

on the couch, instantly taking

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 bring

think you need to get a job,

paused, her eyes narrowing as they looked up at me. "What did you

I repeated. "Something to keep

"No, I don't."

start leaving the

jobless?" She asks,

learn how to be frugal and not lavish money and ruin things." Her expression darkened

"No-"

and you don't have to pretend," she continued, cutting me off. "Goodness, you're so insensitive, Jared. So you're

never said

had died? Would you be giving me these lectures