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-"

out from across the aisle. "Arielle, got what you want?" She appeared

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

the guy Arielle was talking to at the hospital garden months back." Dwayne chuckled. "That's right, and I must say, you and your friend have got quite

"Thank you, it's good-"

on?" Mum asked, appearing too.

an old friend and we were just

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

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

of men since her issue with my Dad. I wouldn't blame her,

I said, and turned to Dwayne. "It

something but thought against it when he saw the look on

some other time," he said, gave a

returned to picking the sanitary pads, while avoiding eye contact with Mum and Ashley. We

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

you like to grab coffee with me sometime,

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

unaware that

He asked, eyeing my fingers. I instinctively clenched

Now please, back

in my direction, Dwayne hurried away.

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

The days flew fast.

as often as she could. Ashley went to work and returned in

wouldn't let me resume work

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

shop. The divorce papers were finally ready, and I was going to