The Tycoon’s Remorse Pursuing His Unforgettable Bride

What agreement?

What agreement?

(ARIELLE’S POV)

The ride home was one of the most annoying experiences I have ever had. Sofia did everything possible to upset me, by fussing and being all over Jared. She was either dabbing his face with a handkerchief or playfully throwing her arms around him. And while at it, she ensured to give me jeering looks through the rearview mirror.

“Can you play some music, Jared? I’m bored,” her loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the car.

“Sure, what do you want to listen to?” Jared asked.

“That song we used to listen to in high school, ‘I will always love you,‘ by Whitney Houston,” Sofia said.

“Alright, but I don’t have the music anymore,” Jared said, his eyes fixed on the road,

“Why wouldn’t you have a song that meant so much to us?” Sofia pouted, appearing

hurt.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t have it,” Jared apologized.

“It’s fine,” she said, then playfully poked him in the head. “You’re lucky I still have it.”

“Really?” Jared asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to look at her.

“Yes,” Sofia affirmed, then made to take out her phone but couldn’t find it. “Where’s my phone?”

Jared chuckled. “You haven’t changed, have you? You still misplace your things, especially your phone.”

Sofia grinned. “And I didn’t have to worry because you always help me find them.”

Jared smiled. “You’re right.” He then took out her phone from the car’s pigeonhole and handed it to her. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Sofia said, and blew him a kiss. She proceeded to play the song on her phone. The soulful sound of the music filled the car.

“I Will Always Love You…” Sofia began, and Jared joined her, their voices blending perfectly.

At that point, I felt like a total stranger- invisible and ignored. My heart ached as I

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watched them sing and bond over the music, their voices synchronizing in harmony. I swallowed hard, wondering if Jared knew how much his actions hurt me.

The pain and hurt I felt were suffocating, making it hard for me to breathe. I turned away, gazing out the car’s window once more, while trying to hold back my tears.

Was this the new turn my life was going to take? Being sidelined by Sofia and having to contend for my own husband’s attention like some attention starved kid?

I shook my head, trying not to get too emotional. I couldn’t afford to let them see me. cry, couldn’t afford to let Sofia see me vulnerable. So I kept looking out the window, pretending they both didn’t exist.

Minutes later, Jared’s phone rang, interrupting them. “Could you help me take out my phone from the pigeonhole?”

“Sure,” Sofia responded, turning off the song.

She took out the phone and glanced at the screen, and her face brightened in a smile. “It’s your Mom,” she announced.

“I’ll call her back when we get home,” Jared replied. “Our conversations always take forever, and I would rather not be on the phone while driving.”

“That’s right,” Sofia concurred, and proceeded to operate the phone. By then, it had stopped ringing. But she paused, and looked up at Jared, frowning. “Why did change your password?”

you

Jared chuckled. “Oh, that? I’m grown now, no point using that same old boyish password.

“But I liked it. And I never changed mine, it’s still the same,” Sofia pouted.

“Really?” Jared looked amazed.

“Yes, really. So, tell me, what’s your new password?” Sofia asked.

I scoffed. Really? Who asks a grown man for his phone’s password? What happened to privacy? But then, my curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to hear Jared’s response.

Jared hesitated, and then mumbled, “It’s my wife’s name.”

Sofia’s eyes widened in shock, her face turning pale. She looked as if she had been slapped hard on the face.

On the other hand, as much as I felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that Jared’s

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password was my name, and not Sofia’s, I was also surprised. For three years we have been married, I have never known Jared’s password, and he doesn’t know mine either. There was never a need for me to go through his phone because he never

gave me any.

Now, realizing that my name has been his password, presumably for the duration of our marriage, made me feel warm inside.

I looked at Sofia’s face again, and stifled the urge to laugh. She still looked shocked, and it was so palpable.

Suddenly, she swirled around to face me, and I turned back to the window, trying to hide my smile. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Sofia never uttered a word in the remaining part of the ride home. It seemed like her ego was bruised, and she kept a poker face all through.

Jared soon pulled up in our home parking lot, and I felt nostalgic being back to our main house. The instant Jared turned off the car’s ignition, Sofia alighted and

stormed off.

I gathered my things and got out of the car. Jared got out too, and approached me.. Arielle, don’t take Sofia’s attitude to heart. She’s pregnant, and it’s the pregnancy

hormones at work-

I raised a dismissive hand. “Do not make excuses for her obnoxious behavior, Jared. I’m going inside,” I said, and walked off.

I got into the house, and Sofia was seated on the couch in the living room, looking like a sour grape. I guess the camera at the door had recognized her from the last time she visited; hence the reason she was able to get in.

I made to walk past her, but she stopped me. “You must be feeling really important because Jared used your name as his password, safe to say.”

I turned to face her. “What can I say? I’m his wife after all.

Whatever Sofia was going to say was halted by Jared’s arrival. She immediately turned to him, putting on a tired look as she placed a hand on her stomach. “Jared, you took so long. I was waiting for you to show me to my room. I don’t want the visitor room, I want a more spacious room.”

was stunned. What was she talking about? Didn’t she say she liked the penthouse and would stay there until she got a place of her own? Why was then she talking about a room here?

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“Sorry, but do you intend to live here?” I co

Sofia turned to look at me like I had said so Jared tell you?” Then she turned back to hi agreement?”

“Agreement? What agreement?”

What agreement?

“Sorry, but do you intend to live here?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Sofia turned to look at me like I had said something incredulous. “Of course. Didn’t Jared tell you?” Then she turned back to him, “didn’t you tell her about our

agreement?”

“Agreement? What agreement?”