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-"

from across the aisle. "Arielle, got what you want?" She appeared almost immediately, and an "oh,"

away from Dwayne's. "Yeah, I'm just

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

"Thank you, it's good-"

Mum asked, appearing too.

ran into an old friend and we

see," she said, looking Dwayne up, her

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

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

to Dwayne. "It was nice seeing

say something but thought against it when he saw

time," he said, gave a polite bow and

returned to picking the sanitary pads, while avoiding eye contact with Mum and Ashley. We were soon done, paid at the

voice called out behind us.

like to grab coffee with me

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

that she's married," mum

He asked, eyeing my fingers. I instinctively clenched my

married. Now please, back

my direction,

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

The days flew fast.

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

Mom wouldn't let me resume work

complaints. And on most days, I

today, as we sat in a quaint cafe shop. The divorce papers were finally ready, and I was going to sign them,