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

He had broken free.

(JARED'S POV)

"Why

did you save me first this time?"

Her question hit me like a jolt, slicing through the silence. She asked it so directly, as if it were a simple thing to answer. But I had no words for her.

Not for this.

What could I even say? Should I confess how my heart nearly stopped when Rebecca's voice trembled over the phone, telling me Sofia was at the restaurant? How my mind had been a storm of dread as I drove, running red lights, my only thought was to get to her? Should I admit that I'd spent years wrapped in regret, haunted by the choices that led us here?

When I saw Sofia holding her, willing to drag them both into death, I didn't think. There was only one truth pulsing through me: I can't lose you, Arielle. I couldn't live with myself if I did.

But now? Now I had no right to say any of that. My words felt hollow-especially when I thought of everything I'd done three years ago, all the ways I'd chosen wrong. And then there was Sofia, spinning tales about her pregnancy, leaving me in knots of guilt and doubt. What had she told Arielle? What did Arielle say to provoke Sofia's madness? I didn't know. I couldn't even begin to fathom it.

When I didn't answer, Arielle finally looked away, her voice soft. "Forget it. I'm going to rest."

reaching to

this time, maybe she's too tired. But it was enough to hold me to her. To make me believe she's

she fell asleep, then slipped quietly out of the room.

look, I realized her injuries were mostly minor but

presence, her eyes snapped towards me,

first! You chose her over

into my

"Sofia, I" I began.

she cut me off, her voice

even try to justify it," she warned. "You've made it clear where your priorities now lie. You've suddenly forgotten everything I did for you, everything we shared. And you've forgotten

nothing but

you listen," she snapped, turning away

you something," I said, voice low. "I've made mistakes for years. Choosing the wrong people, letting

stiffened, but she

past-the one who laughed with me, stood by me, competed with me, even tried

my mind, but I refused to revel in them, pushing them

paused, "Clinging to a

was never a child, was there? You were never