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.

painfully at the corners of my eyes, but I held them back. I wasn't

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

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

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

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

me. Living with her became hell as she would never support anything I do. My decision

me badly. You took out the frustration of you and Dad's

don't expect your forgiveness overnight. But please, let me be here for you

time. I

rose to her feet, leaned over and placed a kiss

the door closed behind her. It went open again, and I looked up,

you,"

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

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

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

my mom, she

after

even spending the night

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

you love to wear?" She asked, holding out two dresses for me

the other yellow.

a thing for yellow; it represented sunshine and