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

Of forgiveness, reconciliation, and discharge.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I moped at the figure, my mouth wide agape. Recognition of who she was, registering in my memory.

"Mum?" The word tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it.

The woman, an older version of myself, stood in doorway, her eyes locked on mine. "Arielle," she responded.

I couldn't still believe my eyes that my mom was standing a few metres away from me. My gaze shifted to Ashley, who looked guilty. "You snitch!" I growled.

She took a step back, hands raised in defense. "I'm sorry, I had to inform her. You need your mum, Arielle."

My mom's presence stirred up different emotions within me. We hadn't spoken for years, not since I got married to Jared. Seeing her now felt awkward. I didn't think I would see her soon. My mom's eyes were sober, devoid

of it's usual defiance and condemnation as she took slow steps toward me. "Arielle, my child," she whispered.

I felt a lump in my throat, my stomach churning. How long has it been since she called me that? Ten years? Twenty? I couldn't remember. It was almost like she never called me that.

Ashley broke the silence, "I'll give you two some space." She slipped out of the room, closing door behind her.

My mom resumed walking towards me, and stopped beside the bed. Her hand hovered over me, like she was scared to touch me.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. I had no idea... about the accident, else, I would have hurried down here as soon as I can. No mother would have held on to a grudge when their child was in danger.

them back. I wasn't ready for this encounter, not yet. "What are you doing here, Mrs

as I addressed her formally. I wasn't to blame, calling her mum after three years

deep breath, her eyes watering. "Ashley called me. She told me you had an accident. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I know you hate me, but I want

against my will. "Let's start with why you're here now,"

you, for once, as a mother." I stared at her

took it out on me. Living with her became hell as she would never support anything I do. My decision to become a chef, and to marry Jared, even though she had been on my neck

took out the frustration of you and Dad's separation on me,

let me be here for you now. We can take things a

time. I think you should

she did well masking. She rose to her feet, leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek. "I'll come back soon. Get some rest,"

in my palm after the door closed behind

kill you,"

**************

been quite an experience," I thought to myself as I prepared to leave the hospital. My therapy sessions were complete, I was

we put my belongings into a small bag. Ashley was absent because she had gone to

of my mom, she

after

even spending the

days. Our relationship was still strained, but we were making progress.

to wear?" She asked, holding out two dresses for me to choose from.

other yellow.

always had a thing for yellow; it represented