MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE novel Chapter 80

(JARED'S POV)

It was a Saturday, and I walked out of the gym room after a strenuous workout. I was stunned to see Sofia slouched on the couch, flipping through TV channels. Wait, wasn't she supposed to be preparing for the Charity event?

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be leaving for the charity event soon? I asked, approaching her.

She turned to me with a dismissive shrug. "I'm not going."

"Why not?"

"I don't feel well," she said, placing a hand on her stomach. "The baby doesn't want me to go."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, the money I gave you was for nothing, then?"

"Oh, I did order the dress, but I won't be donating anymore."

My anger flared up like it had been waiting on the surface. "What's going on with you, Sofia? Why did you demand such a sum of money and now you're not even using it for the charity event?"

Her anger flared too, matching mine. "Don't shout at me over such a little sum, Jared."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my temper. "Sofia, was there even a charity event, or was it just an excuse to get money from me?"

Her silence spoke volumes. I didn't wait for an answer. I turned and walked away.

"Jared, wait!" Sofia shouted after me.

But I was already skidding up the stairs.

I got to the room, stripped out of my gym wear, and got under the shower. While at it, my mind wandered.

I thought of Arielle and couldn't help but compare her to Sofia. Arielle would never lie to extort money from me; in fact, she disliked demanding money from me to the point I had to forcefully give her my card.

Arielle –sweet, calm, reserved, and virtuous. For a moment, for the first time since our divorce, I wondered if I did the right thing.

Was I right by going after my teenage love instead of staying with my wife? But I quickly shook the thoughts off. I don't regret anything, not one bit. It was Sofia I loved, and not Arielle.

And Sofia was the way she was now because she was pregnant. Once she gives birth, she'll return to her good old self. And with that consolation, I focused on my shower.

After bathing, I got dressed and walked out. I needed to step out and get some air. It was not a working day, so I could hang out at my favorite snooker game house.

I got downstairs, and Sofia was still in the sitting room. She looked up as I approached.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes. I want to get some fresh air," I responded simply.

"Are you trying to insinuate that I suffocate you?'

Without waiting, I walked off despite her protests.

"I'll talk to you later, Sofia," I said over my shoulder, not looking back.

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