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-"

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

just getting this," I said, pointing to the sanitary

on Dwayne. "I think I've seen you before....oh, wait, you're the guy Arielle was talking to at the hospital garden months back." Dwayne chuckled. "That's right, and I must

"Thank you, it's good-"

too. "How come you girls left

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

she said, looking Dwayne

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

blame her, she still

I said, and turned to Dwayne. "It was

to say something but thought against it when he saw

you some other time," he said, gave a

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

out behind us. It was Dwayne, and

would you like to grab coffee

expect that,

that

asked, eyeing my fingers. I

married. Now please, back

in my direction,

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

The days flew fast.

to work and returned in the

Mom wouldn't let me resume

did the chores, despite Ashley's complaints. And on most days, I met with my lawyer for my

quaint cafe shop. The divorce papers were finally ready, and I was going to sign them,