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.

back. I wasn't ready for this encounter, not yet. "What are

I addressed her formally. I wasn't to blame, calling her mum

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 to make things right. Just the

studied her face, my heart reaching out to her against my will. "Let's start with why you're here now," I said, finally.

I knew I had to come. I want to be there for you, for once, as a mother." I stared at her intently, and my eyes became cloudy. It's been long I saw her speak with such kindness towards me. How long was it? Since highschool, after Dad moved out of the house without warning, and sent her divorce papers weeks

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

I whispered, my voice trembling. "You treated me badly. You took out the frustration of you and Dad's separation on

forgiveness overnight. But please, let me be here for you now. We can take things a step

some time. I

and placed a kiss on my cheek. "I'll come back soon. Get

lowering my head in my palm after the door closed behind her. It went open

kill you," I

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

prepared to leave the hospital. My therapy sessions were complete,

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

of my mom, she

frequently after our

even spending the

strained, but we were making progress. en

holding out

yellow.

a thing for yellow; it represented