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-"

broke the spell, calling out from across the aisle. "Arielle, got what you want?" She appeared almost immediately,

my gaze away from Dwayne's. "Yeah, I'm just getting this," I said, pointing to the

you before....oh, wait, you're the guy Arielle was

"Thank you, it's good-"

on?" Mum asked, appearing too. "How come

mummy, I ran into an old friend and we were just

see," she said, looking Dwayne up, her face

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

me. She's been weary of men since her issue with my Dad. I wouldn't blame her, she still

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

but thought against it when he saw

time," he said, gave a polite bow

sanitary pads, while avoiding eye contact with Mum and Ashley. We were soon done, paid at the checkout and walked

we reached Ashley's car, a voice called out behind

grab coffee

say. I didn't expect that, to say the least. But before I could respond,

unaware that she's married,"

my fingers.

Now please,

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

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

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

Mom wouldn't let me resume work just

keep myself busy, I did the chores, despite Ashley's complaints. And on most days,

sat in a quaint cafe shop. The divorce papers were finally ready, and I was going