Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 38

(ARIELLE'S POV)

After Jared Left, I was left speechless. I sat numbly on the bed, staring into space, while trying to figure out what just transpired. My head was fogged, as I tried to digest the fact that Jared heaped blames on me while taking sides with Sofia.

Minutes passed, and I fell asleep in that state, my mind still in shock from the argument. I woke up to the grumbling of my stomach, recalling that I hadn't had dinner.

Turning to scan the room, I noticed Jared hadn't returned. It seemed he was determined on spending the night in the guest room.

I tried not feel hurt as I got off the bed. I walked to the bathroom to shower, attempting to shake off the feeling of emptiness. After bathing and slipping into my nightdress, I wandered out of the room searching for food. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, scanning the contents for something to eat.

As I waited for my food to heat up, my mind trailed off Jared. I contemplated going to the guest room to talk to him. Like Ashley said, communication was paramount in relationships.

As I took out the macaroni from the microwave, I made up my mind to go talk to Jared after eating. I could take him dinner too because I doubt he had had anything to eat since we got back.

Done eating, I dished out his portion and placed it in a tray with a bottle of water. I walked upstairs and made for the guest room. As I approached the door, I heard voices and stopped. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized Sofia's voice.

“Tell me, why are you are still with her when she's obviously not the one you want?” Sofia's shrill voice sounded behind the door.

Jared sighed before responding. “Because I respect her. She's not like the other women who are gold diggers. Besides, we're compatible.”

“But do you love her?”

Jared paused, and I inched closer, held my breath, while waiting for his response.

The seconds dragged on, and I felt my pulse quicken, the tension in the air suffocating. Then, he muttered with a touch of annoyance, “Don’t ask me stupid questions, Sofia. It’s not about love—”

“That's the point! You DON’T love her, and you can't stay married to someone you don't love. You shouldn't be married in the first place.”

I gasped, my thoughts drowning out Sofia's words. I was shattered by Jared's revelation. I knew he didn't love me, he probably admired and respected me like he admitted, but hearing him admit it was heartbreaking.

It took a lot of self-control not to let the tray slip from my hands, thereby alerting the duo that I was eavesdropping.

But Sofia's next words snapped me out of my misery. “You should divorce her.”

What? My eyes dilated, and my throat went dry. Did I hear her correctly? Sofia was suggesting divorce to Jared?

How dare she?