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.

like to order anything?" He asked, gesturing to the

shook my head. "No, thanks. I'd

nodded and gestured for me to

longer keep the news I bear to myself, I'm desperate to tell him something important, something he needs to know. You are the only

neutral, his eyes betraying no emotion. If he

asked, "So what exactly do you

you to pass

"What message?"

breath, assuming the practiced innocent expression I had

announced. "With Jared's child,"

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

finally said, and I let out the breath I

"Thank you."

nodded, already grabbing his key fob. "I'll message him and

no, can't you like, you know, call him here and now and break the news? Just tell

was able to see it because my eyes were trained on his face. It wasn't

judgment radiating off him, but I didn't care. Pride? Dignity? Those

a sigh, he dropped his keys, "I'll

and punched on it, dialing Jared's number. He placed it on speaker

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

"Hello?"

Finally, I

"I'm sorry I have to do this,"

I took hold of

what -?" Jared started to ask, but I cut him

quickly added, "Please, don't hang up. I have something important

he was doubting I was truly the one on

"Yes, it's me."

with Mark? What do you want?" He asked, and I could imagine the frown on

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

"I'm pregnant!"

Jared," I repeated. "With

scoff. "You're joking, right? Whose child did

I snapped, my

Mark, who looked uninterested, but I knew he was listening to the exchange, making me regret why the phone was on speaker. "I have never been intimate with you, Sofia, there's no way whatever child

do you?" I snarled. "You were drunk,

I recall," he interrupted harshly, "you told

Something did happen, and the outcome is pregnancy."I

I could almost see his face twisting in disgust on the other end, and my skin