All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(JARED’S POV)I blinked at her words. Huh, what entertainment? When I decided to come here, I knew talking to her wasn't going to be a walk in the park. What was I expecting, that she would warm up to me on the first day we met, three years after I wronged her?She looked... different. More than different. She was stunning, radiant in a way I couldn’t put into words. There was a new confidence about her, something in the way she held herself—stronger, more self-assured. Her hair was shorter than I remembered, but it suited her. Her features were sharper, more mature, like she’d left the softer version of herself behind when I walked out of her life.Still, I didn't expect her outright resentment. It seemed like she hated me so much now, down to hating sharing the same space and air with me, and the realization of that broke my heart more than I expected.But I was not going to back down.I had accosted her as the meeting ended, but she had been really unreceptive until she received

(SOFIA’S POV)I froze, shock flooding my entire system like ice water. My eyes widened and I feared they would fall out of their sockets, and my breath paused in my heart, making it hard to breathe properly.The scene felt eerily familiar; by this time, the power dynamics seemed to have changed drastically. More like the tables had turned.Rebecca suddenly broke into my thoughts, her voice filled with mockery. "This is our boss, and owner of this place, Arielle Meyers. You can talk to her and I'm sure she will tend to you."My shock doubled as I looked from Rebecca to Arielle. Boss? How come? The last time I checked, Arielle was a mere head chef. When did she grow to the point of owning a restaurant as large as this one? No, this had to be a joke targeted to mess with my head, and I won't let it."You pathetic liar," I growled.The smirk on Arielle's face grew even wider, as she turned to Jared. "What do you think, Mr Smith?"I used that brief moment to take in her looks, and my heart

(ARIELLE'S POV) "Goodness, why did I miss such a show?" Ashley exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement. She was in my office with Rebecca, as we recounted the encounter with Sofia earlier. "You needed to see the look on her face when she discovered Arielle was the owner of the restaurant. It was even worse than when Arielle walked in with Jared. Worst of all, Jared broke their engagement right there," Rebecca said, her voice dramatic and a little exaggerated. Being her usual chatty self, she did most of the narration. After the encounter with Sofia, I returned to my office feeling satisfied and fulfilled. The look on her face was priceless, and I'd do anything to see that look over and over again. Gone were the days when I was scared of her, and avoided her troubles. Now was a new era, and I'd mete out to people the same treatment they meted out to me, either in the past or now, the present. Also, I had sent for Rebecca and Ashley because I was expecting someone –a Mr St

(ARIELLE’S POV) After the awkward interview with Stephen Stone — which Rebecca and Ashley didn’t stop teasing me for, I stepped out of the restaurant to get Maverick from school. If traffic and the weather were forgiving I’d make it just in time to redeem myself for picking him up late. I hurried out of the restaurant into the car, grateful to Big Joe as he held an umbrella over both our heads. “Thank you,” I nodded gratefully to him, once I was settled in the comfort of the car. “Please move as fast as you can,” I instructed, after letting out a tired sigh. “Of course.” Thankfully, the rain had let down into a soft drizzle by the time we arrived at Maverick’s school. I was lucky to spot an ice cream van in the corner and I said a little prayer of thanksgiving at the universe’s decision to gift me a chance to redeem myself with my baby. I didn’t plan on letting him down on my first day picking him up from school. Usually, my mother would fuss over doing it, since he resumed ki

JARED’S POV)I killed the engine of my car and sat still, deep in thought. There was a battle raging in my head as I sat in the car space. I stole a glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Arielle’s mother’s fingers were still clearly imprinted on my face like an awful tattoo born from the handiwork of a wack tattooist.Maybe it was the heaviness in my heart or the helplessness painted in the mark on my face. But somehow, I finally let out an exasperated sigh as I stepped out of the car. I walked over to the front door and gently let myself in.Walking into the sitting room, I was stunned to find my mother seated on the couch, obviously waiting for me.From all obvious indications, she was waiting up for me to air her mind about something, because the instant I stepped into the house, she leaped up from the sofa to speak. I watched her expression shift from firm to hesitant then to shocked, right before my eyes.“Oh my God! Jared. What happened to you?” she asked in concern as