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

Why did he save her first this time?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"If I go down, you're coming with me!"

A chill shot down my spine as I saw the wild glint in Sofia's eyes. Her grip on my wrist tightened painfully, her intentions darker than I'd ever imagined.

Stephan's face went pale, his expression shifting from shock to alarm. He lunged forward to pull me free, but Sofia twisted, locking my wrist in an iron grip, refusing to let go.

"I know you just made your people call Jared. You think that will scare me?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Good! It would be perfect if he saw us together one last time."

Her eyes had a manic gleam, one that hinted she'd crossed a line she'd never return from. I'd never seen her like this unhinged, fully lost to her jealousy and bitterness. I tried to pull my wrist away, but her nails dug in deeper, her expression twisting into a furious sneer. "Sofia, calm down-you're pregnant," I managed, struggling against her.

"Calm down?" she spat, her tone sharp as a blade. "It's easy for you to say that now that you have everything! Jared, success, wealth-you have it all, and you want me to stay calm? If you were in my shoes, would you stay calm?"

I fell silent, stunned by her raw resentment.

Her mask fully dropped, and she continued, "You're divorced. Why couldn't you just stay gone? I thought I'd finally get my chance to be with Jared after you left. But no-you had to come back and ruin everything!" Her voice was thick with rage and desperation. "Arielle!"

My head snapped toward the street. Jared was rushing across, barely taking time to look before crossing, his face stricken. Sofia's head turned too, her eyes blazing with an almost desperate hope.

"Are you really going to leave me?" she shouted, desperately. "You promised you'd always take care of me!"

me, her mouth twisting into an eerie smile as she whispered,

could process her words, Sofia yanked me, throwing her full weight into pulling me into the path of oncoming traffic

the air as cars swerved

barely registered the impact as a car

for the worst, expecting pain to surge through me-but instead, strong hands

I opened my eyes,

JARED.

had taken me to, I lay on the bed, my

whirlwind of emotions..tion

almost

I my restaurant, and

almost losing

to stay behind. I'd quickly called Rebecca to assure her I was fine, though her tearful relief nearly broke my composure. The doctor had just left, telling me I'd been lucky to escape with only bruises. But physical pain

I saw Jared speaking with the

thinner, which only seemed to make him look taller, more distant. Since coming back, I'd barely noticed these

half-expected Big Joe to appear, as if he could somehow prevent this madness. But I'd told him

he'd chosen me like he

thoughts as Jared walked in, looking sober. His eyes scanned the

as he came to the side of the