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

A thorn in her flesh

(SOFIA'S POV) Everyone

was against me.

It was maddening, but I couldn't sit around brooding any longer. I needed to act, and I needed to act now. My mother's words rang in my head on repeat: Let Jared know and believe. I had to let him know I was pregnant!

But just reaching Jared was a Herculean task. He had turned everyone against me, making it impossible to contact him directly. I'd have to go through someone else. Then it hit me his investigator.

I had overheard him on the phone with Jared one time and had sneakily taken his number from Jared's phone afterward. Even though I didn't have a need for him then, I was glad I took the number as it seemed to come in handy now. My only lifeline!

I snatched up the scrap of paper I'd written it on, hastily dialing the number. It rang and rang, each second stretching on like some sick joke until a deep voice finally answered.

"Mark's Investigative Services."

I tried to steady myself. "Hi, I need to speak with Mr. Mark."

"Who's calling?" the voice asked.

"I'm Sofia, Jared's..." my voice trailed off as I contemplated if I should still call myself Jared's fiance, considering the fact that our broken engagement had made it to the news and everyone probably knew about it. "I'm his friend," I finally said.

There was a pause before the voice responded, "Alright. How do I help you, miss?"

"Yeah, I need your help; I mean, I need to talk to you."

"Okay, you can go on."

"No, not on the phone. I need to meet you in person as the matter to be discussed is crucial!"

There was another pause before he spoke again. "Fine. I'll text you a location to meet me and be on time as I have other important issues to tend to," and before I could say a word, the call ended.

I huffed, clenching my fists in anger. The arrogance! If things were as they should be, he wouldn't dare speak to me like that or even choose the location where we meet. But the tables have turned, and I have to swallow my pride, just this once if this was what it took to get to Jared. Fine.

Shaking my head, I walked to the closet to change into a decent dress while waiting for Mark's address. A few minutes later, my phone dinged and I grabbed my purse, ready to leave.

Mark had chosen a cafe close to town. Fair enough, I decided as I walked out.

I arrived at the Cafe, scanning the area for Mark. At the far end of the room, someone waved their hand at me and I figured it must be him, so I made my way towards the direction. "Mark?" I asked, approaching him.

He nodded, standing up, and I used the moment for scrutiny. He was dressed in all black-face cap, shades, and nose mask, making his face elusive.

"Sofia," he called, extending his hand for a handshake and I took it.

you like to order anything?" He

head. "No, thanks. I'd prefer we go

nodded and gestured for me

for some reason," I began, trying to sound as pitiful as possible. "And I...I can no longer keep the news I bear to myself, I'm desperate to

emotion. If he was

do you

want you to pass a message to

"What message?"

assuming the practiced innocent expression I had mastered in my say here, as

"With Jared's child," I

was surprised, Mark didn't give off any reaction. There was a momentary silence, and I held my breath, praying

Mark finally said, and I let out the

"Thank you."

key fob. "I'll message him and get back to you

know, call him here and now and break the news? Just tell him. Please?" I asked, almost grabbing

and I was able to see it because my eyes were trained on his face. It wasn't pronounced, just a tick on his jaw, and even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew

but I didn't care. Pride? Dignity?

dropped his

out his phone and punched on it, dialing Jared's number.

bearing his child and finally come back to me? Would he finally realize how

"Hello?"

Finally, I heard his voice

before continuing. "I'm sorry I have to do this," and then he shoved the phone on the table,

took hold of

-?" Jared started to ask,

and quickly added, "Please, don't hang up. I

He called like he was doubting I was truly the

"Yes, it's me."

He asked, and I could imagine the frown on

or replying to messages, and you haven't been home in days, so I decided to seek help from your

"I'm pregnant!"

I repeated.

then a scoff. "You're joking, right? Whose

I snapped, my voice

knew he was listening to the exchange, making me regret why the phone was on speaker. "I have never been intimate with you, Sofia,

you don't remember that night, do you?" I snarled. "You were drunk, and

harshly,

what Jared? I lied! Something did happen, and the outcome is pregnancy."I

see his face twisting in disgust on the other end, and my skin prickled