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-"

got what you want?" She appeared almost immediately, and an "oh," escaped her

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

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.

"Thank you, it's good-"

Mum asked, appearing too. "How come

mummy, I ran into an old friend

looking Dwayne up, her

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

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

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

wanted to say something but thought against it when he saw the look

you some other time," he said, gave a polite

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

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

like to grab coffee

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

man, I'm guessing you're unaware that

eyeing my fingers.

Now

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

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

The days flew fast.

had returned to her place and visited as often as she could. Ashley went to work and returned in

wouldn't let me resume

despite Ashley's complaints. And on

divorce papers were finally ready, and I was