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

Karma

(SOFIA'S POV)

I turned round another street corner, my mind occupied with nothing but pure rage and hurt at the way things turned out moments ago. Did it really take nothing for my whole life to collapse underneath me?

Only after leaving the restaurant did I realize that I had left my car behind. I didn't bother going back to get, but kept moving. I had to get rid of this pain in my heart else it might choke me, and the only means that came to mind was to walk it off. "Our engagement has been cut off...," I heard Jared's words resounding in my head like an unhealthy alien echo.

I could still picture the look of satisfaction on Arielle's face after he'd so easily dismissed me with the most convenient excuse.

"I can't deal with your public embarrassment and obnoxious attitude anymore..."

How convenient for him, I thought to myself. Before today, I'd been pretty sure he loved me for 'being fierce and very expressive'. I dashed my foot against a loose cobblestone and the pain shot up my body, adding fire to my already aching heart.

Maybe I hate Jared now. The shock and rage had passed and in its place sat an ominous cloud of righteous fury, curled around my subconscious like a serpent. I doubled my pace to match the growing tempest in my head.

To think he'd cancel everything just because Arielle showed up in our lives again. The mere thought of her name made me recoil with anger and venomous hate. How was it even possible that she pulled off a transformation as major as that? And it hurt a million times more that it took her nothing, not even a word, to capture Jared's attention back at the restaurant. Jared was practically eye-worshipping the witch!

to myself, and shook my head in a furious attempt to rebel against the obvious. Putting the blame on karma felt very much like conceding

from an irritated ice cream van driver to pull me back to reality. That and the strong grip on

where you're going!" the ice cream van driver hollered angrily

whole time and I'd almost walked into my death. My anger was replaced with a tinge of

going through, trust

around to find a man, tall-at least a good head taller than myself, with a ripped body and a friendly dimpled smile. I don't know why, maybe it was the shock, but I didn't say a word to him. I simply extracted my arm from his gentle hold and turned around to carefully cross

you' would be okay?" I heard him call out sarcastically behind

walking before, brushing past bodies in my path without turning around to apologize for every time I received an irritated 'watch

my legs

A gust of wind began kicking up in the distance and I looked up to find dark clouds forming in the skies. The air smelled thick with rain. I let out a sigh and collapsed even further into the seat-assuming that was any possible. I let my head fall, my hair forming

after I'd put my head down to cry, I heard a pair of footsteps approach me from across the road and stop a few meters away from the bench. I looked up to find the same man from the intersection where I'd almost walked into a moving van. Looking at him now, I noticed he had a very smooth brown skin and brown eyes that

running into you here again," he

to see my

slowly when he realized I wasn't forthcoming with my name. "I can tell you're going through something. Now while it's not my place to ask what, a guy I know once said if you're having a hard time, work it

I didn't say anything to the man, nor did I acknowledge the smile on