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."

kid never

looked effortlessly elegant, and I couldn't stop my eyes from lingering a little longer than necessary.

cheer than she probably

and sat down at the table, her eyes scanning the plates of food. "Thank you," she finally

wasn't much, but I'd take

to save time. Once they were done, I watched them leave for school and

the house was quiet

absence always left the place feeling...hollow.

fresh

thoughts inevitably circled back

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

of the hot tub incident? Sure, it had been awkward-her walking in on me, stark naked but was it really that big of

just falling back into

sighed for what felt like the millionth time

her.

times to count, and I wasn't

let her guard down,

say time heals all wounds. I hoped that

kind of peace I

honestly? I preferred it

quietly investigating Maverick's with Mark and Oliver's help, and Sofia

me an email containing details about her life abroad

something to cure my boredom, and maybe, bring me closer

silence as I waited for it to

I leaned back, bracing myself for whatever revelation lay

I read through the contents,

but ordinary. Her ex-husband's death? Unexplained. No cause. No warning. Just...

ran

never dug into her past before, and whenever I tried to bring up Sofia's divorce, she always seemed so heartbroken that I backed off. But

wasn't a direct link