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."

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and modest heels. She looked effortlessly

I replied with more cheer than

table, her eyes scanning the

but I'd take

spoon-feeding him to save time. Once they were done, I watched them

that, the

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

walk. The fresh air helped

inevitably circled back

been colder than usual lately. Not that she'd ever been warm and fuzzy toward

on me, stark naked but was it really that big of

back into her default "Jared is

what felt like the millionth time that

her. I'd

I wasn't foolish enough to

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

say time heals all wounds. I

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

honestly? I preferred

Mark and Oliver's help, and

me an email containing details

something to cure my boredom,

my laptop sat on 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 until Mark's name caught my eye. There

back,

I read through the contents, my stomach

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

chill ran

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

wasn't a direct link