Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 126

(SOFIA’S POV)

"Ms Sofia, this is Rachel from the card services department. Unfortunately, your credit card has been declined for the transaction you attempted today."

My hand froze on the edge of the phone. “What the hell? Say it again??”

“The payment could not be processed. Is there another card you’d like to use?"

I swallowed, humiliation tightening in my chest. My heart pounded in my ears as I stared at my wallet on the bed, blankly. My grip on the phone tightened, and my voice shook when I finally responded, “No. It’s… it’s fine. I’ll call back.”

The call ended, and I slumped back onto the pillows, my body heavy with despair. Sitting in my bedroom, my throat raw from crying, I glanced into the mirror. The person staring back at me wasn’t who I once was. The reflection was a hollow shell—cheeks streaked with mascara, eyes red and puffy.

I didn’t see any reason to pretend I was strong anymore, after all, my days were collapsing around my feet faster than I’d ever feared. Everything I’d worked hard to build just came crumbling down like a wall of powder on a windy autumn day.

Before everything happened I used to think myself clever, unshakable, with a plan out of everything and every situation.

I thought I was invincible, the one who never cracked. Jared’s rejection only proved otherwise. He withdrew all form support without warning and left me standing high and dry, losing contacts faster than the speed of light. It turned out that most of them let me into their circles just because I was with Jared — I never really mattered to any of them!

This thought brought down a fresh torrent of tears down my cheeks with so much force I feared my eyeballs would roll down my face with it.

I’d never felt more alone my entire life. Just then, the thought of reaching out to the object of my agony crossed my mind. I’d tried a thousand times already without result but it wouldn’t kill to call him one last time. I took out my phone and scrolled through the contacts list. I circled my finger over his name still contemplating whether or not to carry on with the call.

I pulled out a clean wipe from the box of Kleenex sitting between my legs on the bed and blew hard into it. When I’d gathered all the composure I could manage, I pushed myself to dial Jared’s contact.

After a deep breath, I forced myself to press the call button. The dial tone echoed in my ears. One ring. Two. Three. No answer.

I tried again. And again.

My fingers trembled as I redialed his number over and over, but nothing. Not even a voicemail. A knot of frustration twisted in my stomach, and with a frustrated yell, I threw my phone onto the bed.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my thoughts. Jared took his mother’s words like they were the voice of God. If only I could finally come clean about things not going well between us, and get her to speak with him.

Yes, that was the right thing to do at this point! His mother adored me, and if I told her how her son had been treating me, she would not hesitate to put him back on track.

Quickly, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. I waited with bated breath as the dial tone played in my head. For better luck reaching her, I used a different number from the one she had for me.

“Hello? Who’s this?” she said once the call connected.

“Oh, thank God. Mom, I’ve been trying so hard to get to Jared. He won’t take any of my calls,” I said quickly.