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

Running into him.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Dwayne, right?" I asked the young man, to be sure I was not mistaken.

There was a look of amusement and surprise in his eyes as he nodded. "Yes, Dwayne. I'm flattered you recognize me, and still recall my name. It's only bad I didn't get to know yours before your friend arrived and whisked you away the last time."

I laughed, that was Ashley he was talking about. Incase you're wondering who Dwayne is; I met him in the garden of the hospital I was rushed to when Sofia pushed me down the stairs.

"So what's your name? I better get it now, before your friend arrives," he said, playfully stealing glances around.

I laughed, he is so dramatic. "My name is Arielle."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. It's a pleasure meeting you again, Arielle."

"Yeah, same," I said, accepting the hand he offered. The handshake prolonged, and I skillfully withdrew my hand.

"So tell me, what brings you here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Just a few things," he replied, holding up a bag of coffee beans. "I'm a coffee aficionado. I can't start my day without it."

I chuckled. "I'm more of a tea person myself."

"Aren't most women?"

"Really? Are you saying our preferences are influenced by our gender?"

"Of course not, it's just that, more women love tea than coffee."

"I see-"

the spell, calling out from across the aisle. "Arielle, got

from Dwayne's. "Yeah, I'm just getting this," I said, pointing to the sanitary pads, somewhat

me now, her eyes were trained on Dwayne. "I think I've seen you before....oh, wait, you're the guy Arielle was talking

"Thank you, it's good-"

Mum asked, appearing too. "How come you girls left me

mummy, I ran into an old friend and we were

said, looking Dwayne up, her

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

I wouldn't blame her, she still have not gotten

sure," I said, and turned to Dwayne. "It was nice seeing

something but thought against it when he saw the look on

I'll run into you some other time,"

eye contact with Mum and Ashley. We were soon done, paid at the

reached Ashley's car, a voice called out behind us. It was Dwayne, and he

grab coffee with me sometime,

loss on what to say. I didn't expect that, to say the least. But

you're unaware that

my fingers. I instinctively

Now please, back

a nod in my direction, Dwayne hurried away. "Mom, that was a bit rude," I frowned, as we got into

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

The days flew fast.

her place and visited as often as she could. Ashley went to work and returned in the evening or mid-noon. As for

let me resume

And on most days, I met with my

in a quaint cafe shop. The divorce papers were finally ready,