Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

The visitor.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

have noticed it was missing.

I paused, my hand instinctively reaching for my ring finger. It felt bare and empty without the familiar weight of my wedding ring. My eyes widened, why did it take me this long to realize it's not on my finger? If Ashley had not called my attention to it, I probably would not "I didn't take it off," I responded, while racking my brain on where it could be.

Ashley's eyes lingered on my hand and them up to my face. "Did you misplace it?"

"I guess. I probably lost it during the accident, or while I was rushed here. Or even in the emergency room, because I remember I was wearing it before the accident."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"Nothing. Maybe it's a sign that I should actually go ahead with the divorce. After I'm divorced, I won't be needing it anymore so it's a good thing I lost it already."

Arielle nodded, and we resumed eating. For a while, my mind trailed to the ring and how it was got. Jared had gone to get our wedding rings without me. When he returned, mine didn't fit properly. It was bigger.

I was not impressed with the fact that he didn't think it was okay to take me along, get my finger measurement and let me make my choice design. But I didn't voice it out, I accepted it. Besides, even if I insisted on another ring, it would have been too late to get it because the rings were customized and our wedding the next day.

I sighed now as I realized that the signs were always there, I just chose to ignore them. But overall, I'm glad I'm finally walking away. For good.

As we finished our meal, Ashley got on her phone, while I got on mine too. It's been a moment, I thought with nostalgia, clicking on my F******k app. Finally, it was time to catch up with the buzz and news the app came with.

she looked up

she asked, holding out her

with the tag, "20 years apart, and we still found our way back to each other." And wait, is that not the restaurant I worked in? Of all the places to choose for their little date, it had to be my place of work. Were they

hands were shaking as I returned

I shouldn't have shown it to you," Ashley said

fine," I said, even though it was the greatest lie of the century. It was not okay that I was barely out of

calm, but my

Ashley hissed. "He's so shameless

much okay to feel hurt seeing him in that position with another woman," Ashley said, taking my hands in hers. "It's fine. Can we

playing card games and watching movies. Ashley did

*******

into a week, and it's been a week and a few days since I've been in the hospital. Ashley had returned to work, after she risked getting fired. So she visits after work, and sometimes passes the night

you had a perfect marriage, but I just realized that there's no such

visited. In the coming days, I focused on my therapy session, determined to get out

for Jared, kheard he visited twice and when he wasn't granted access, stopped visiting. I didn't give it much thought; wasn't expecting him to keep running after

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when she returned to the country. She talked about some heirloom jewelries, but I politely turned the offer down. I was getting divorced from her son soon, and

spoke, she didn't sound like she was privy to what happened so I kept my mouth shut. If Jared didn't have the balls to tell her, then I didn't think it was my place to. Overall, I was grateful for life, and the progress I've

in hand. I sighed, despite my protests she wouldn't stop getting me stuffs whenever she visited. Whenever I counted my blessings, I

was always a

the table, and walked over to peck