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.

bite painfully at the corners of my eyes, but I held them back. I wasn't ready for this encounter, not

her formally. I wasn't to blame, calling her mum after three years felt weird and a hard thing to

know you hate me, but I want to make things

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

seat Ashley vacated. "I've regretted every moment we spent apart. Regretted judging you in the past and never supporting most of your decisions. When Ashley called, 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

and cussing at him. When she managed to recover, she 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

my voice trembling. "You treated me badly. You took out the

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

some time. I

placed a kiss on my

after the door closed behind her. It went

you," I

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

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

helping me pack, while we chatted idly as we put my belongings into a small bag.

my mom,

frequently after our

spending the night

was still strained, but

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

the other yellow.

thing for yellow; it represented sunshine and hope. I pointed to the