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.

fine, Ma,

"Aging."

"You always say that."

her voice turned serious. "I don't want to waste your time, I called to remind you about our lunch date.

if it's okay with you, Ma, we

"Venue?" She asked..

drives

the

will, Ma," I said, and the call

a quick text with the details and sent it

mind occasionally drifting to the lunch meeting with Jared's mother. And Before I knew

out

"Hello, dear," she answered.

here, Ma.

near

"Alright, Ma."

made my way over. As I approached, I noticed the change in her hairstyle-her once shoulder-length auburn hair was now cut short to a Bob level. She looked stunning,

you look good," she replied warmly,

She inquired, as I

"Just iced tea, please."

frowning. "You need to eat something. We'll be talking, and I want you

hungry, Ma,"

she wouldn't budge.

and a waiter appeared, and we placed our orders. And while the waiter was getting our

fine," I responded, feeling a little awkward. I was

the reason for the meeting, but the older woman had other plans. She didn't utter a word until we were done eating. She cleared her throat, looking at me intently. "Arielle, I know you're wondering why I asked

I nodded, "Yes, ma."

gave me a knowing smile.

on

with the "ma" title. You used to call me mum;