MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE

(JARED'S POV)

As I struggled to stay awake and fight off Sofia, my mind began to drift into a dreamlike state.

And then, as if a door in my mind opened, I found myself in a different place a warm, inviting room bathed in soft light. It felt familiar, safe, like something I had lost long ago but never stopped searching for.

Arielle was there, standing beside me, her eyes shining, her lips curled into the softest of smiles. My heart soared at the sight of her. She was real. Here. With me.

"Love," I whispered, my voice trembling with an overwhelming mix of joy and disbelief.

"Yes, Jared," she replied, her voice as warm and soothing as a lullaby I had forgotten. The sound wrapped around me, and for a moment, the ache in my chest disappeared.

I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, emotions swirling-happiness so immense it nearly crushed me. She was here. She still loved me. And everything I had ruined, everything that had torn us apart, no longer mattered. I reached for her, my fingers lacing with hers, the warmth of her skin grounding me in this perfect moment.

"I've missed you so much," I confessed.

We moved closer, as if pulled together by an invisible force, our lips just a breath away. My heart swelled, drowning in the joy of having her close again. Her scent, her touch, it was all so familiar, so real. When our lips finally met, the world around us melted away, leaving just the two of us. The kiss was everything I had dreamed of-soft, deep, and filled with the unspoken love that had once defined us. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was whole again.

But then, regret clawed its way to the surface, a sharp pain in my chest. I pulled back, breaking the kiss, my eyes searching hers.

"Do you forgive me?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes," she responded, without hesitation.

Her answer stunned me. "You do?" I pressed further, searching her face.

"Yes, Jared." Her voice so sure, so kind.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, the guilt nearly choking me. "I was wrong to hurt you," I confessed, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I was so wrong..."

"It's in the past now," she said gently, cradling my face in her hands. "Let it go, Jared. We can start again. Right here, right now."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

But just as we were about to surrender to our desires, I jerked awake. Or rather, I slipped further into unconsciousness.

The dream faded, taking Arielle with it and I was left with a deep longing.

"Arielle," I tried to call, but the sound ended in my throat.

It was Sofia's face I saw instead, and not Arielle's. And then everything went blank.

I woke up the next morning feeling spent and groggy, my head heavy and mouth dry. I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my memory was hazy and in half. As I slowly sat up, the memories came flooding back, overwhelming me.

Sofia, the apology, the wine.

I rubbed my temples, trying to piece the memories together. Why did I sleep off without notice? The wine was non-alcoholic, wasn't it? I vividly remember checking the label. Groggily, I threw off the covers and got out of bed. What exactly happened last night? Where is Sofia? She was in the room with me last night.

Still dazed, I lazily looked at the clock and a major part of my drowsiness left me. I had important investors coming in today at work, and I was going to be late if I didn't start preparing for work.

I hurried into the bathroom and quickly got ready for work. As I made my way out of the room minutes later, I planned to confront Sofia about last night.

I found her in the sitting room, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone. She looked up and smiled when I walked in.

"Hey, you're awake," she called.

"Yeah, good morning."

"Good morning," she responded, setting her cup down.

"So, I wanted to ask about last night," I began, my tone cautious.

"Yes?"

"What happened after we talked?" I asked, studying her face. "I don't know, but I don't remember quite much."

"You told me you were tired and sleepy and needed to retire to bed. Shad something about having an important meeting today. So I left," she explained.

My face creased in a frown. I didn't remember that part but then, she can't be telling lies because there was no way she would have known I had a meeting if I had not told her. "You're sure," I pressed further.

"Yes, Jared," she replied, nodding. "You were really exhausted. You should take it easy with work."

I nodded, still unsure. Something didn't add up, but I didn't have any evidence to back up my gut feeling.

"You're sure that's all that happened?" I asked, still persistent.

Sofia's brow furrowed. "Yes. Why?"

I shook my head. "No reason."

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guess I'll see you later," I said, smilling bitterly. So that was it. It was just a dream, like all the others before it, haunting me with the memory of her. What was I expecting for?

I missed Arielle so much it hurt, a constant ache that never went away. But I couldn't admit it, couldn't confess to myself that she wasn't coming back. Not now, maybe not ever. And forgiveness? That was just another dream I couldn't let myself believe in. And with that, I walked off.

(SOFIA'S POV)

I watched Jared leave, feeling both anxious and relieved. That was a close call. I was glad I lied smoothly and he didn't suspect anything.

As soon as he left, I let out a huge sigh of relief and settled back into the couch. As I did, my thoughts wandered to last night and how my plan ended up a total disaster.

After the wine took its effect on

wine to

Jared, I tried to undress him, but he

resisted. A sly smile crossed my features as I knew he was no match for the drug. His attempts to push me away were feeble, and I easily overpowered him.

As I undressed him, my excitement grew. Thoughts on how I'll finally have him inside of me and by the end of tonight, I'll have his seed planted inside of me, sealing our lives together forever.

But my enthusiasm was short-lived. To my dismay, after undressing him to the last piece of clothing on him, Jared's manhood lay limp and flaccid.

"No, no, no, no," I muttered, frustration growing.

I tried stroking and touching him, hoping to arouse some reaction, but nothing happened. His body remained slack and unresponsive. "Come on, Jared, wake up," I whispered, shaking him a little violently.

He stirred, mumbling incoherently, but didn't wake up. I continued to try to rouse him, growing more desperate and frustrated by the minute. "Please, Jared, just a little," I pleaded.

But it was of no use. He kept slipping in and out of consciousness, never fully waking. Finally, he fell into a deep slumber.

I cursed under my breath, defeated. I felt like screaming and crying out of frustration as I watched him sprawled on the bed, snoring heavily.

Anger flowed through my veins like electric sparks as I hastily put his clothes back on him, in an attempt not to leave any trace of my failed plan behind.

I grabbed the wine bottle, still half-ful, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut, loudly behind me.

What a disaster!

I paced back and forth in the bedroom, grinding my teeth.

How could this have happened?

I had carefully calculated every detail. The sedative, I made sure I got a potent one, the choice of wine, and even the apology.

Everything was supposed to go smoothly. How come his manhood went flaccid?

Was the universe on his side and working together to foil all my plans of us being together forever?

The startling sound of my phone ringing jerked me back to reality, and I sighed and grabbed my phone.

It was my mom calling. "Mum," I called, answering the call.

"Hey, sweetie."

"Good morning, mum."

"Good morning, my darling," she

responded, her voice bearing an

unusual sweetness. "I've been wanting to call, but I didn't want I to

wake you. I figured you'd be exhausted after all that went down

last night."

I swallowed silently, knowing what she was referring to." Unfortunately, nothing went down, Mom," I announced.

"What do you mean?"

"It didn't work," I repeated, frustration creeping into my voice.

"What went wrong?" She questioned.

"I gave him the wine, but he passed out. And when I tried...you know...he was limp. Completely flaccid."

My mother's long sigh echoed through the line. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry."

"I know. Me too. I was so sure this would work."

"My darling, don't be discouraged," my mother consoled.

"Why shouldn't I be?" I lamented.

"Nonsense, Sofia," she chided. "He can't keep escaping you forever. We'll re-strategize and come up with a new plan."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Trust me, we will get Jared where we want him, soon."

"I wish I had your confidence, Mom," I admitted.

"Of course, you do. A little setback shouldn't make you lose confidence in yourself."

I nodded. "Thank you."

"Alright. I have to run. Your father is meeting his doctor in a few minutes, and I'm going with him."

"Say hi to him. I love you both. Bye."

After hanging up, I felt a lot better. Talking to my mom and knowing she has my back is everything.

But still, I needed to clear my head. Being alone at home after my botched plan last night was suffocating and I needed to get out.

"I need some fresh air," I murmured to myself.

I decided to go shopping, something

to calm my nerves and make me

feel better Upstairs, I changed into a black mini-dress. In the garage, bypassed my car and opted for Jared's most cherished car. His Bentley Continental GT.

The keys were right where he always left them.

"I'll just borrow it," I whispered, smiling mischievously.