Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 116

(SOFIA’S POV)

I turned round another street corner, my mind occupied with nothing but pure rage and hurt at the way things turned out moments ago. Did it really take nothing for my whole life to collapse underneath me?

Only after leaving the restaurant did I realize that I had left my car behind. I didn't bother going back to get, but kept moving. I had to get rid of this pain in my heart else it might choke me, and the only means that came to mind was to walk it off.

“Our engagement has been cut off…,” I heard Jared's words resounding in my head like an unhealthy alien echo.

I could still picture the look of satisfaction on Arielle’s face after he’d so easily dismissed me with the most convenient excuse.

“ I can’t deal with your public embarrassment and obnoxious attitude anymore…”

How convenient for him, I thought to myself. Before today, I’d been pretty sure he loved me for ‘being fierce and very expressive’. I dashed my foot against a loose cobblestone and the pain shot up my body, adding fire to my already aching heart.

Maybe I hate Jared now. The shock and rage had passed and in its place sat an ominous cloud of righteous fury, curled around my subconscious like a serpent. I doubled my pace to match the growing tempest in my head.

To think he’d cancel everything just because Arielle showed up in our lives again. The mere thought of her name made me recoil with anger and venomous hate. How was it even possible that she pulled off a transformation as major as that? And it hurt a million times more that it took her nothing, not even a word, to capture Jared’s attention back at the restaurant. Jared was practically eye-worshipping the witch!

Karma, I thought to myself, and shook my head in a furious attempt to rebel against the obvious. Putting the blame on karma felt very much like conceding defeat and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to lose to Arielle. It just didn’t make any sense. I should have the upper hand. Always.

My vision had grown blurry at some point because it took very loud honking from an irritated ice cream van driver to pull me back to reality. That and the strong grip on my arm from behind me.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” the ice cream van driver hollered angrily as he drove past.

I blinked my eyes furiously, realizing I’d been crying the whole time and I’d almost walked into my death. My anger was replaced with a tinge of shock—but only momentarily.

“Whatever it is you’re going through, trust me you’re better off alive.”

I turned around to find a man, tall—at least a good head taller than myself, with a ripped body and a friendly dimpled smile. I don’t know why, maybe it was the shock, but I didn’t say a word to him. I simply extracted my arm from his gentle hold and turned around to carefully cross the road.