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

Did he really give up on her?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Sofia even gave me a slightly apologetic glance as she passed by, holding onto Jared's arm.

I must've looked like a fool, standing there like that.

Ashley, already rolling up her sleeve and shaking her fist, muttered, "I'll go ask him what he means by this."

"Don't pull me!" I heard her protest as Roman grabbed her arm.

Margaux, sighing, interjected, "Why don't we listen to what Arielle has to say first?"

Ashley spun around to face me, her expression fierce. "Ari, don't worry about it. I'll find out exactly what's going on."

I shook my head. "Don't ask him. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Ashley's face shifted through several emotions before she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I paused, gathering my thoughts, "we had a fight a few days ago, and I told him that we're done. We have nothing left between us."

Silence hung in the air for a long moment. Ashley just stood there, calming down as she processed my words.

Roman, seemingly uninterested in the drama unfolding, turned to Margaux. "Apologies, Miss Harrison. I think it's time for you to head home. Please let your grandparents know I send my regards." Then he turned to Ashley. "Ashley, I've made my point. You can take the rest of the night off. I'm sure you'll want to spend time with your friend." Ashley was a bit surprised.

Then his voice grew firm again, the kind of tone that brooked no argument. "Don't forget, we have a meeting tomorrow. I expect you there early." "Of course," she muttered.

Roman nodded at me politely before walking away, his strides long and confident almost arrogantly so. For a brief moment, I couldn't help but feel like I was watching Jared walk away all over again. "Get it together," I muttered under my breath, trying to snap myself out of the daze.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Ashley turned to me, her eyes blazing. "Did you see that? He made it seem like he was doing me a favor by giving me the night off! What kind of bastard capitalist would take their employees everywhere after working hours?" She sighed, clearly frustrated, but then her tone softened to me. "You know, this might not be all that bad. You and him..."

I smiled weakly. "I guess you're right."

But I didn't have the energy to say anything else. My mind kept drifting back to Jared. My thoughts were a tangled mess of emotions, and I couldn't untangle them.

At that moment, Margaux joined the conversation, and I felt slightly bad for having forgotten that she was still there with us.

you this time?" She asked, her

off guard by the question. "How would you know what our relationship is?" I asked, trying to sound surprised, but in the real sense, my voice bore a

not that hard to guess. You might not have been popular when you were still married to him, but you did, the moment you two were divorced and when you

...What evil-wolf-husband?

for a second, then it hit

really has terrible taste

that Margaux knew about Rebecca's book, but it

the characters," Margaux said with a sly grin. "But some

turned serious again, her gaze probing. "So, he really gave

Jared and Sofia, now walking away together, side by side. When had he returned? Had he intentionally taken a different route to avoid me? The thought stung, but I pushed it aside, refusing to let it show. "I

But recently, you've shown signs of softening. At least, that's what it looked like

hit him over the head with that vase, if I had that choice,"

still hope for you two. Your emotions are still so tied

was stunned for a moment and didn't

had

observing the conversation, raised

and shook

disapproval. "Excuse me, Miss

said,

call you Margaux? Why

in the least, her eyes still fixed on me, waiting for an

Men and women... they're just different. I don't need to figure out his reasons."

ending... might actually

my decision when I

had been decided long

anything there, it was nothing

wasn't something I should concern

us, the past already so ugly-if he could at least get back his childhood sweetheart, the one he'd lost, it made sense that he'd choose Sofia. No matter what hurt she'd

did. Regardless,

long yawn, an indication that she was tired. "I'm sorry, but I'm just really exhausted," she said, her voice apologetic,

We should head out," she

and then I glanced at my wristwatch. "My supplier is running late, and I don't think I want to wait," added. Of course I was not going to wait, not after standing me up. What responsible person keeps a person they're meeting with waiting, with no call or text to inform

me and the

way to the car parked outside. It was arranged by Harrisons, and had enough space for all