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.

restless thoughts. Finally, the Uber pulled up, and

the streets, and I stared out the window, lost in thought. By the time we arrived, I was no closer to finding answers, but at least the ride had been

made my way inside. All I wanted

It would've been rude to just walk past

the moment I stepped into the room, I

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

me, and I could sense the

tension as I stopped just inside the doorway, trying not to show how deeply her

be in a conversation, with Sofia's mother demanding a monetary favor with her usual entitled aura, but halted when they

asked, her voice dripping with

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

looked... different.

full of fire and confidence, was now etched with sadness. Her eyes those

as if the woman I once knew had vanished, leaving only the remnants

her comment about my relationship with Sofia. A bitter sigh escaped me. Speak of

ignore. Her smile

and I were just discussing

she avoided my

my voice flat despite the knot tightening in my stomach. "I'm sure she's just been busy and was planning to fill

that so?" Mrs.