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

House husband

(JARED'S POV)

It was another perfect day for a professional house husband.

I stretched, feeling refreshed as I swung my legs off the bed. Habit had me glancing at the other side where Maverick usually curled up, but it was empty.

Right. He'd been sleeping with Arielle these past few nights. Ever since those nightmares started, he hadn't left her side.

I sighed to myself. I'd grown used to his small frame tucked beside me, his soft breaths lulling me back to sleep whenever I woke during the night.

Another thing that'd feel even more natural? Waking up to both him and his mother next to me.

That thought earned a self-deprecating chuckle as I shuffled into my flip-flops. A man could dream, sure, but I knew better than to hope for the impossible—at least for now.

Slipping my legs into my flip-flops, I began my routine for the day. Brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

Cooking was something I'd gotten better at recently. I resorted to YouTube videos and stuck to less complex meals.

Cracking eggs into a bowl, I whisked them together, added a sprinkle of cheese, and seasoned them just right. The sizzle of the skillet filled the quiet house, and the smell of frying eggs and golden chips soon wafted through the air. I couldn't help but smile. If nothing else, my cooking would drag Maverick and Arielle out of bed in no time.

I was right. Just as I plated the omelets and chips, Maverick bounded into the kitchen, backpack already slung over one shoulder.

"Hmm, it smells so good in here!" he said, flaring his nostrils dramatically. "Morning, Daddy!"

"Morning, buddy," I said with a laugh, ruffling his messy hair.

He peered at the plates, eyes lighting up. "Can I have omelet and chips for breakfast? Please?"

I crouched to his level. "Nice try, but no. Breakfast is cereal; this is for your school lunch."

He sighed, then nodded. "Okay, Daddy."

always. The kid

in just then, dressed and ready for the day in a textured gray tweed suit, black stockings, and modest heels. She looked effortlessly elegant, and I couldn't stop my eyes from lingering a little longer than necessary. "Morning," she said coolly, her tone

cheer than she

the table, her eyes scanning the plates of

much, but I'd

Arielle ate, I helped Maverick with his cereal, spoon-feeding him to save time. Once they

the house was

but their absence always left the place feeling...hollow. Like they took part of me with them

puppies out for a walk. The fresh air helped clear my head, but as the day dragged on, boredom

circled back

Not that she'd ever been warm and fuzzy toward me, but

in on me, stark naked but was it really that big of a deal?

she was just falling back into her

for what felt like the

blame her. I'd

I wasn't foolish enough to

me wished she'd let her

wounds. I hoped that was

a kind of peace I hadn't felt

honestly? I preferred it that

Oliver's help, and Sofia

sent me an email containing details about

I rose from the couch. Finally got something to cure

the bedside table. I powered it on, the soft hum filling the silence as I waited for it to boot. Once it did, I opened my inbox and scrolled

I leaned back, bracing myself for whatever revelation

the contents,

divorce years ago had been anything but ordinary. Her ex-husband's death? Unexplained.

ran down my

tried to bring up Sofia's divorce, she always seemed so heartbroken that I backed off. But this

a direct