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.

Of all the cars, why did Sofia go out with

me,

cried,

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

said, her

out a handkerchief and

you hurt?" I asked,

head. "No, but I think

my eyes drifting to the damaged car. A

now; it would be highly insensitive of

service. My Bentley's been

"Sure."

address, and the call ended. Then I turned to Sofia. "Come

to get my stuff

car's backdoor, bringing

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 for her. As she settled

This wasn't over.

now, I just wanted to ensure she was

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

got on the couch, instantly taking

dress. And these blouses, aren't they

words struck my nerves.

né

I wondered if she was truly traumatized by the accident like she claimed. She seemed to have recovered so

think you need to get a

looked up at me. "What

a job," I repeated. "Something to keep

"No, I don't."

I insisted. "You need to start leaving the house every

jobless?" She asks, her voice

working and earning so you can experience how difficult it is to earn money. Maybe, just maybe, you can learn how to be frugal and not lavish money and ruin things." Her expression darkened as her eyes turned accusing. "Wait, is this about bashing

"No-"

continued, cutting me off. "Goodness, you're so

never said

had died? Would you be