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

You're a good woman.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"I still can't wrap my head around what happened," Ashley huffed, flinging her handbag on the couch the instant we stepped into the living room. "That woman is unbelievable!"

"Ash, just let it slide," I sighed, slumping next to her. "I'm alright, and that's all that matters."

Ashley turned to face me, her face serious. "You see, that's the problem. You're too soft and unproblematic, and that's why she picks on you all the time. She should be hiding her face with all she's done to you instead, she's still making trouble." "Ashley, no need to rehash things," I pleaded, rubbing my temples.

"But someone needs to remind you," she countered. "Do I list all she has done to you?" She asked, her eyes challenging."

"No, don't bother," I replied, waving my hand.

Ashley scowled. "You need to stop being nice to your enemies, Arielle. Sofia is your enemy; treat her as such. Imagine wanting to help her after all she's put you through."

I sighed, feeling exhausted. "Ashley, drop it, okay? I just want to move on from this."

Her expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around me. "I'm just worried about you, that's all. You know I love you, right?"

"I know, and I appreciate you," I said, smiling. "But let's just focus on important things for now.

Ashley nodded and I rested my head on her shoulder. And we stayed that way for a long time.

*********

I settled into the backseat of the Uber, and the driver zoomed off. Ashley had an early meeting at work, hence I had to board an Uber. I nodded slowly to the cool music emanating from the car's radio.

Just as we stopped at the traffic light, my phone rang. I gestured to the driver to lower the volume of the radio when I saw the caller's ID.

"Good morning, Ma," I greeted, bracing myself.

"Arielle, how are you?" Jared's mother asked.

Ma,

"Aging."

"You always say that."

before her voice turned serious. "I don't want to waste your time, I called to remind you

Ma, we can meet today."

"Venue?" She asked..

a few drives away from my workplace. We can meet

me the

will, Ma," I said, and the call

typed out a quick text with the details and sent it to

at work and settled into my usual work routine, my mind occasionally drifting to the lunch meeting with Jared's mother. And

bag and headed out dialing Jared's mother as

"Hello, dear," she answered.

Ma. Where are

the corner table near the window. You'll find

"Alright, Ma."

over. As I approached, I noticed the change in her hairstyle-her once shoulder-length auburn

good," she replied warmly, gesturing for me

as I lowered

"Just iced tea, please."

chided, frowning. "You need to eat something. We'll be talking,

hungry, Ma,"

she wouldn't budge.

placed our orders. And while the waiter was getting our orders, Jared's mother started a conversation. "How have

was divorced from her son, yet she was being nice

I impatiently waited for Jared's mom to state the reason for the meeting, but the older woman had other plans. She didn't utter a word until we were done eating. She

I nodded, "Yes, ma."

a knowing smile. "It's all over your

looked down, feeling a flush spread on my cheeks. Had I been that

away with the "ma" title. You used to call me mum; if you don't feel comfortable calling me that anymore, Mrs. Smith can