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

Lasting effects

(JARED'S POV)

After Arielle left, I buried my face in my palms, feeling a tide of frustration and guilt was over me. I couldn't follow her. At least. I knew I shouldn't.

She needed space, and for once, leaving her alone felt like the least I could do after everything I had said.

I exhaled sharply, trying to steady my breathing, but it didn't help. The confrontation kept replaying in my mind, each detail reminding me how I had mishandled it.

How could I have let my emotions spiral like that? I had let my anger get the best of me, and now I was left with nothing but a mess of my own making.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd ruined everything-again. As much as I was frustrated by her reluctance to forgive me, I knew deep down it wasn't about that. She was just hurt. I had caused her pain, and I should never have lashed out the way I did. I should have been more patient, more understanding.

I mean, how do I win her back if the impression I always give off is that of a man who can't keep his emotions in check?

Sighing again, I looked up and my eyes landed on the first aid box on the floor, and against my will, thoughts of how she carefully tended to my wounds plagued me. She had cared enough to bring me here and take care of me when I was a mess, and yet I had completely ruined everything.

"You're an ungrateful bastard," I groaned to myself.

I pushed myself to my feet, the weight of the room pressing in on me, and walked out, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty space. It felt like a metaphor for my life lately-empty, silent, and painfully alone. Outside, I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber. The driver would take some time to arrive, but I needed to do something to distract myself from the chaos in my head.

cold evening air doing nothing to calm my restless thoughts. Finally, the Uber pulled up, and I climbed into the backseat, giving the driver the address

lost in thought. By the time we arrived, I was no closer to finding answers, but at least

All I wanted was the comfort of my room, a place

in the sitting room. It would've been rude to just walk past without acknowledging her, so I forced myself to

into the room, I froze.

hell is she here? I thought bitterly. Could today get any

and I could sense the heaviness

forced myself to keep calm, but it wasn't easy. The air felt thick with tension as I stopped just inside

in a conversation, with Sofia's mother demanding a monetary

asked, her

to hold back finally erupted, but before I could say anything, my gaze drifted to the couch in the corner of the room. My eyes dropped to the figure seated there, and

different. Fragile.

face usually full of fire and confidence, was now etched with sadness. Her eyes those bright, piercing

as if the woman I once knew

words flashed in my mind; her comment about my relationship

on me with an intensity that was hard to ignore. Her smile was gone, replaced with something far colder, something accusatory. Nodding curtly, I responded, "Yeah I

and I were just discussing Sofia. She's been in a really awful

she

my stomach. "I'm sure she's just been

so?" Mrs.