Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

A little time out.

(ARIELLE'S

POV)

I was startled by Ashley's question, totally thrown off guard. "I...I don't know," I stuttered. "For now, all I want is to return to work."

"I understand," she said, patting my shoulders. "Come on, let's go back to what we were watching."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The following days were uneventful and the cycle repetitive. Ashley went to work and returned in the evening while I stayed at home, doing almost nothing.

I missed my job, and made up my mind to return to work, damning my mother's and Ashley's advice. I planned to tell Ashley when she returned from work today.

As for Jared and Sofia, I had no option but to block them on all social media platforms as I kept seeing pictures of them together at every turn. I deleted Jared's numbers and blocked them. I would protect my sanity at all costs.

My mom was still in the dark about the divorce, and presumably Jared's mother too. I was not going to tell either of them. I'll let them find out for themselves, and if Jared and Sofia had the balls they could do it themselves. The familiar sound of the doorbell suddenly went off, alerting me of Ashley's return. I rose and walked to get the door.

"I'm home!" Ashley examined her usual mantra whenever she returned home.

I smiled and we exchanged hugs and pleasantries. I let her settle down, before bringing up the topic.

"Ashley, can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course, what's up?" She responded, giving me her full attention.

"Look, I know you're and my mom wants the best, but I have to return to work. I have recovered fully, and I don't feel the pain on my waist anymore. Please, let me resume work."

"Arielle, you've been through so much. So much for one person to handle, you need to recover fully. Your workplace gave you enough time to recuperate, so what's the rush?"

"I know, but staying at home is making me feel even worse. I need something to keep me engaged. Staying home, and away from what I love doing is driving me crazy."

Ashley sighed in resignation. "Fine. Your mind seems made up already. When do you plan to resume?"

"It's the weekend already. I'll resume by Monday."

"Alright, but you're putting me in a tight corner. Your mother will come for my head if she discovers I let you resume work," Ashley grumbled.

"She won't. I promise, I'll tell her I convinced you," I said, throwing my hands around her.

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both burst

phone suddenly rang, and she gasped when she saw the caller's ID. "Oh, my God, I totally forgot," she mumbled, answering the phone. "Hi, Juliet. I'm so sorry, it

raised a brow, curious about the conversation. The moment the call

know it's the weekend, and she

"Okay, so you're going?"

mischievous look in her

protest, but she cut me

she was pulling me to my feet. I trailed behind her

being a party pooper. We don't have all the time," she chided, tossing out clothes from the

hesitant. "Ashley, I don't know... I'm not really in the mood for a

need to come. You've been cooped up in this

knowing my resistance was futile when it came to Ashley. "Fine, but

"Fine, deal."

dressed. Ashley insisted I wear something "party -worthy," and so I settled for a simple black dress, while she wore a crop top and

long, and before I knew it, we were walking into a dimly

us and waved us over. "Hey,

hugged her, and I exchanged a polite handshake. With Ashley and Juliet, the atmosphere was boisterous, and in no time they were both screaming into

a little too hyper active

chuckled, unfazed. "Why don't

shook my head vehemently. "I'm not good at singing. I

wouldn't

Half of the people here sing worse than frogs, but they sing regardless. So just sing.

for my response, she moved over the song selection machine. "What song

man in dark shades approached us. He spared

goosebumps at the

Why was it

taking a good look at him but he

out his facial features from his dark shades and the dim light of

need help in selecting a song for my friend. You see, she's an introvert who knows nothing but work, work, work. Can you

to me, "Madam, do you know

"I know

you know of "I'm alive," by