All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(JARED'S POV)I scribbled my signature on the last document, relieved that I had finally tended to the last of the paperwork stacked on my table for weeks. Just as I was about to put the papers away, a knock sounded on the door."Who is it?" I called out."It's Cristina, sir," my secretary replied."Come in."Cristina entered, looking a little flustered. "Apologies for disturbing your work, sir, but I'm having some trouble accessing the company's database."I nodded in understanding. Cristina is new, barely two days at the company. My previous secretary had resigned as she was relocating abroad with her fiance."Take a seat, and let me show you," I motioned to the vacant chair.Patiently, I showed her how to navigate the database. And a few minutes later, she had gotten a hang of it."Thank you, sir," she said, rising to her feet. "I really appreciate your patience.""You're welcome." As she turned to leave, I called out, "Cristina?""Yes, sir?""Are you active on social media? You k

(ARIELLE’S POV)“So, what are you gonna do with the packages?” Ashley asked when we were seated side by side on the couch watching Steve Harvey hours later.I whipped my head to face her, realizing the packages were still outside, on the porch. “I don't know,” I shrugged. “Probably send them back to her. Politely, of course.”“Um, um,” Ashley said, shaking her head. “You'll do no such thing. It's disrespectful.”“No, it's not,” I countered. “She has to know that I meant it when I said I do not need anything from her family anymore.”“Still, you should accept this one gift; maybe after it, you can tell her you do not want any more of them. Speaking of that, you should call her and let her know you saw the gifts.”“There's no point, I'm not accepting them,” I insisted stubbornly.“You already did.”“Really? They're gonna be there on the porch if you don't let me return them.”“And who said they are still on the porch? I brought them in already. They're in the store room so you better go

(ARIELLE'S POV)I walked numbly beside Ashley, my body present, but my mind wandering. We were leaving the hospital, and I was still dazed. The doctor had asked me to return in a few days to start my antenatal, but up until this moment, despite seeing my child through the scan, hearing its heartbeat, and holding pictures of it, I still felt like I was in a dream. One that fate has plunged me into, and sooner or later would cruelly pull me out of it. Ashley, God bless her, understood the state I was in and held me firmly by the arm. A gesture I was grateful for because I didn't trust my legs not to give in and wobble under me.We continued walking, lost in our thoughts when suddenly, Ashley's grip on my arm tightened. "Arielle, look," she whispered.I followed her gaze and my heart sank–coming from a corner in the hallway ahead of us was Jared and Sofia. From the look on their faces, they looked surprised to see us, too.Oh, no! I whimpered. This can't be happening. "Should we turn

(ARIELLE'S POV)It's been days, and my mood has improved greatly. I was finally adapting to the reality that I was indeed pregnant, and it was the best feeling I have had in a while. I visited the hospital for more tests and pregnancy supplements and resumed my antenatal sessions.Although my decision to leave had not changed, it was pending as I had not been able to have the conversation again with Ashley. Ashley always shied away when I tried to bring it up, but I understood. I would do the same if the tables were turned. But I knew we had to have the conversation definitely. I decided it had to be at dinner tonight, we were done putting it off. I took my time preparing lunch before Ashley returned from work, making sure everything was perfect. I was setting the table when she walked in and dropped her bag on the couch. "Wow, something smells nice!" She exclaimed."Yes, I made your favorite," I replied, smiling."Hmmm," she said, giving me a mock suspicious look. "What's the occa

(ARIELLE'S POV)The waiting period before my departure felt like a time bomb, ticking away with each passing minute. A few days before I left, I decided to visit my mother and inform her about my departure. After having a careful deliberation, I decided it would be a great injustice to leave her in the dark.I found her in the garden, tending to her flowers."Hey, mum," I called from behind.She swiftly turned around, startled. "You, terrible child," she exclaimed, a smile creeping into her lips. "You startled me.""I know. That was the idea," I responded, flashing her a mischievous smile."Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at work," she asked, taking off her gloves."Umm, I came because I want us to talk.""Really? Is something wrong?" She inquired, staring at me with concern."Not really. Can we talk inside?""Sure, sure. Let's head in," she mumbled, leading the way. "I got a culinary scholarship," I announced, the moment we were seated in the living room."Okay?" She sai