Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 4

(ARIELLE’S POV)

While Sofia clamped her mouth shut, startled by Jared’s sudden appearance, I slowly rose from the chair, still reeling from the shock of all I had heard.

My heart ached—it wasn’t just what Sofia had said, it was the fact that I had to hear it from her, not Jared.

I got to Jared and ignored him completely as I walked past, but he tried to talk to me.

“Arielle, please listen–” he said, trying to reach for me.

I shrugged his hand off and walked upstairs, my eyes welled up with tears. I got to the room and collapsed on the bed, numb, exhausted and disappointed.

Just then, a text arrived on my phone. It was from Jared. “I'm sorry,” it read.

I stared at the screen for a moment, then switched off my phone, unable to deal with his apologies. Sleep didn’t come easily, and when it finally did, it was restless and full of turmoil.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed.

It meant one thing; he didn't sleep in our room last night. He probably slept in the visitor's room adjacent to our room. He always does, whenever we had a fight.

“Or, did he sleep in the same room as Sofia?” A voice whispered in my head.

I stopped for a moment to think about the possibility of that, but quickly thought against it. I might be having doubts about Jared because of recent occurrences, but I still am aware of what he was capable of.

I soon finished preparing and walked downstairs only to find Jared waiting for me at the foyer.

“Good morning,” he said, planting a light kiss on my cheek as though nothing had happened.

“Yeah, good morning,” I responded, trying to act cool too.

“Arielle, about yesterday…” His voice was calm, almost too calm. “Sofia’s just struggling with the pregnancy. It’s her first, and it’s making her… needy. Please, don’t take everything she said to heart. She didn’t mean any harm.”

Instead of softening my heart like the words were intended to, they only made me bitter at the fact that my husband was in defense of another woman.

Speaking of pregnancy, was he aware that I too was pregnant? Of course not, he had prioritized his ex over me on the day I was supposed to break the news to him.

“So? Am I supposed to just ignore the fact that my husband lied to me? That you left me to comfort another woman in the middle of the night?”

He sighed, his composure slipping just slightly. “I wasn’t lying. I did spend the night at the office. Picking her up was just—”

“A convenience?” I cut him off, my tone icy. “I don’t care about your stupid old crush Jared. But hiding things from me? That’s different! I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

His eyes darkened. “Arielle, you know that’s not true. I’m here. I’m committed to you.”

I shook my head, feeling a lump rise in my throat. “I’m going to work. And when I come home, I don’t want to see her here again. Do you understand?”

My day at work was uneventful, a blur of cooking and cleaning, and soon it was closing time. I was in my office wrapping things up when a knock echoed on the door.

“Who is it?” I called out.

“Rebecca, Ma,” my junior chef replied. “A hot man is waiting outside for you with a massive bouquet,” she announced, and I didn't miss the giggle in her voice.

I paused, confused. Did I have an appointment? I quickly grabbed my bag. “I’m coming out now.”

As I stepped outside, I was met with a familiar figure—Jared, standing by the entrance, looking as effortlessly charming as ever, bouquet in hand. For a moment, I was taken aback. Really? For god’s sake, he’s pulling the 'charming husband' card again? Trying to win me over with those looks? Guilty man.

I quickly regained my composure and turned to Rebecca with a playful grin. “Sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not some mystery hunk—it’s just my husband. I know, I feel sorry too.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened. I wouldn't blame her, Jared had only visited my new place of work the day of Sofia's saga, so it’s reasonable no one here was acquainted with him.

Jared stepped forward, his smile warm but tinged with apology. “Hello, Mrs. Smith.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here, Mr. Smith?”

“Apologizing,” he said smoothly, stepping closer, “for being a jerk. Arielle, I should have told you about Sofia a long time ago. I have no excuse, and I know I messed up. Can you forgive me?”

He glanced down at the bouquet, then back at me. “To make it up to you, how about a weekend getaway? Just the two of us. At our first house.”

The mention of our first house—the cozy penthouse we’d chosen and decorated together after our wedding—made my heart soften instantly. That place held so many happy memories. It had been ages since we’d last visited, mainly because of its distance from my workplace.