All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(ASHLEY'S POV)I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, my eyes fixed on the wall clock. Four hours had passed since Arielle was rushed into the emergency room, and yet, I had heard nothing. No updates, no news, just an eerie silence that was driving me nuts.I had tried calling Jared multiple times, but his phone was busy, and when I called few minutes ago, it was switched off. Shouldn't he be worried and had called me by now since it's late in the evening already, and Arielle was not home yet?He used to call me whenever Arielle was not home and with him, but today was different, and I didn't feel good about it. I was tempted to go find him, to ensure he knew his wife was lying in the hospital, fighting for her life, but I couldn't bring myself to leave Arielle. Not yet.I wanted to see my best friend, to hold her hand, to know she was going to be okay. But then, there was this nagging feeling in my gut that Jared was somehow involved in what happened to Arielle.I don't mean to sound

(ARIELLE'S POV)Ashley hesitated, her eyes dropping for a moment before meeting mine again. “No,” she said softly. “I've been trying to reach him, but his line has been unreachable. I intended to go look for him but…" Her voice trailed off, and she squeezed my hand gently. “You were unconscious, and I didn't want to leave your side for long.”I nodded, pain piercing my heart. What was I expecting? That Jared would leave the bosom of his lover –Sofia, to come look for me? Even though I lost my child and i'm in this state because of them?I felt a bitter laugh rising in my throat, but it died before it could escape.Ashley broke into my thoughts. “I'll try calling him again,” she said, reaching for her phone. “If he's still unreachable by phone, I'll go look for him. It's so weird that he hasn't looked for you all this while.”“Don't,” I whispered.Ashley paused to look at me quizzically, but I just shook my head again.“Don't bother, Ash. He's probably busy.” The words stung, but I kn

(SOFIA'S POV)I watched Jared dial the number, my mind racing with frustration, and I wished for nothing but to snatch the phone. Why was he still bothering with her? Didn't he realize I'd done him a favor by getting rid of her? Shouldn't he be grateful?I recalled the events that led to this moment. When Jared said he didn't have a reason to divorce Arielle I knew I had to do something. Had to come up with reason. Knowing how suspicious Arielle was of our friendship, I had to make my plan run in that direction to make it more believable.So the previous day, I managed to take out a document I figured would be important to Jared from his briefcase. And just as I predicted, he returned home at noon to look for it. I went up to his bedroom with a drink I already spiked and offered it to him.He accepted the drink and a few minutes later, it took its tole on him. I led him to the bed, and stylishly set my phone's camera to film us while straddling him and acting like we were making out.

(JARED'S POV)I arrived home and hurried inside. As I entered the living room, I was met with the sight of Sofia sprawled on the couch, munching on junks with the TV blaring in the background. I was disappointed at the sight before me.“Sofia, what's going on here?” I asked, picking up the remote and turning off the TV.She scowled at me. “What's your problem? Why'd you turn off the TV?”“We need to talk,” I said firmly.She hissed and sat up on the couch, crossing her arms defensively. “About what? You left the house without telling me where you were going, and now you want to talk?” I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not snap. “Sofia, no tantrums, please. I need to ask you about something.”She glared at me for a moment before rolling her eyes. “Fine, I'm listening.”“Yesterday, you saw Arielle when she returned home, right?”“Why are you asking me this? I told you she walked in on us,” Sofia said, the defensive tone back in her voice.“Alright. Do you know why she was h

(JARED'S POV)It was all too much to bear–the painful acceptance of all I heard back in the room. I stumbled through the hospital's hallway, my feet moving involuntarily. Somehow, I found myself in the elevator, descending to the first floor. The mirrors on the wall reflected an image, one that I wasn't surprised to see. A pale, heartbroken, and distorted man.Outside, the hot afternoon sun stung my skin and eyes, but I didn't care. I was too caught up in my emotions to worry about sunburn or getting tanned.I reached my car, grabbing the door handle. The metal was cold against my palm, the opposite of the burning sensation in my heart.I slid into the driver's seat, and fisted my palms tightly on the steering wheel. “You two killed my child!” Arielle's words echoed in my head. The accusation cut deep because it was my child too. My eyes grew bloodshot, as a result of unshed tears, and bottled pain. How could I not have known? The signs were there– Arielle's fatigue, her unusual inc