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 never ceased

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

down at the table, her eyes scanning the plates of food. "Thank you,"

but I'd take

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

just like that, the house

the place feeling...hollow. Like they

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

circled back to

been warm and fuzzy toward me, but

awkward-her walking in on me, stark naked but was it really that big of a deal? She'd seen all of me before, after

maybe she was just falling back into her default "Jared is my

like the millionth

didn't blame her. I'd hurt her

and I wasn't foolish enough

still, part of me wished she'd let her guard down, even just a little and see that

time heals all wounds. I hoped that was

her and Maverick had given me a kind of peace I hadn't felt in years. Sofia didn't

preferred it

Mark and Oliver's help, and Sofia

me an email containing details about

got something to cure my boredom, and maybe, bring

powered it on, the soft hum filling the silence as I waited for it

back, bracing myself for whatever

through the

years ago had been anything but ordinary. Her ex-husband's death? Unexplained. No cause. No warning. Just...

ran

up Sofia's divorce, she always seemed so heartbroken that

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