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.

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

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

thanking him as I stepped out and made my way inside. All I wanted was the comfort of my room, a place

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

into the room, I

here? I thought bitterly.

seemed surprised to see me, and I could

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

conversation, with Sofia's mother demanding a monetary favor with her

you're home?" Sofia's mother asked, her voice dripping

been fighting to hold back finally erupted, but before I could say anything, my gaze drifted to the couch in the

different.

confidence, was now etched with sadness. Her eyes those bright, piercing eyes that

woman I once knew had

her comment about my relationship with Sofia.

Her smile was gone, replaced with something far colder,

good you're home, Jared. Your mother and I were just discussing Sofia. She's been in a really awful place lately.

my mother, but she avoided

knot tightening in my stomach. "I'm sure she's just been busy

so?" Mrs. Gold's