Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 63

(SOFIA'S POV)

I was taken aback by Jared's cold demeanor toward me, but I refused to relent. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anger. In the past, it was me calling the shot, forming a miss hard–to–get, but now, the tables have turned. It was now my turn to amend things with Jared, and I needed to humble myself.

I imagined a scenario where I could regain the influence I once had over him. With that thought in mind, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

“You look tired,” I said, bringing my voice to a soothing tone. “ Did you two argue?

“Yes,” he responded.

“Is she threatening, or trying to use the divorce as means to claim half of your assets? Be assured that I wouldn't let her. I have really powerful lawyer friends that can ensure she doesn't take a dime from you.”

“Unfortunately, she's not that kind of person. She doesn't want anything from me.”

I was genuinely surprised. Was she stupid? What type of a woman agrees to a divorce from a man like Jared, and wouldn't demand anything from him? At the same time, I was happy. “Then what's the headache for? Isn't that supposed to be a relief?”

“I don't know, but I don't feel good about the change in her. It feels like she's nursing some revenge–worthy grudge against me.”

I chuckled, amused by his unfounded fear. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. What can a woman like Arielle possibly do to you? She's literally nobody without your name. No noble family, no influence.”

Jared didn't say anything, merely stood up, sighing like one who was tired. “I'm tired, and need to rest.”

“Aren't you hungry?” I inquired. “I made basmati rice and drumsticks.”

“No, I'm not hungry. I had a heavy lunch.”

I nodded, even though I was disappointed. I put in the work to prepare that meal and having him turn it down, stirred up anger in my belly.

“Umm, Jared?” I called, stopping him.

He turned back, casting me a quizzical look.

“Can I use your phone for a sec? My battery is low and I need to look up something on the Internet,” I quickly added the last words when I noticed him hesitate.

“Fine,” he mumbled and reached for his phone in his pocket. He handed it to me, and continued walking.

I sat on the couch, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I tapped on the phone. I did a few things and then rose up, a triumphant smile on my face.

Gradually, things were going my way.

(ASHLEY'S POV)

I was sprawled on the couch, lazily watching a Steve Harvey comedy with Arielle in the living room. On intervals, I would check my phone, replying to messages on my social media accounts and following up some celebrity's gossip.