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

We all need friends like Ashley.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I was getting vegetables and other cooking utensils ready when I felt a jolt in my stomach. I winced and grabbed the kitchen island, waiting for the wave to die down. I knew it would because it was a feeling I was familiar with.

The feeling had started three days back, and at first, I had attributed it to what I ate. But it happened again, and again, and it's the third day already.

I didn't read much meaning to it because it wasn't painful, just a sharp jolt that rippled through my abdomen like a tide of waves. And seconds later, it was gone like it never happened.

Deciding it was nothing serious, I didn't bother telling my Mum or Ashley about it. They'd freak out and drag me to the hospital, and I hated hospitals. They reminded me of so many ugly memories. And so shoved the thoughts of it aside, deciding it would stop the same way it started. No need to worry anyone.

"Are you alright?" Rebecca inquired, looking at me closely.

I forced a smile; I hadn't realized I'd paused mid-task. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look pale, and is it just me, but you've been putting on a lot of weight recently."

I laughed, amused. What does gaining weight have to do with illness? "Rebecca, I'm fine. And about the weight, I only gained a few pounds because I've been frequenting the gym."

"Alright. If you say so," she mumbled, even though she didn't look convinced. I was not in the mood to convince her either, so we both let it slide.

and before I responded,

moved on

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came to pick me up. On arriving home, we were surprised to see packages heaped on the porch. "Did you

didn't," I responded.

course not," she said, shaking her

come they're here, and who brought them?" I asked, eyeing

approaching the packages, but I pulled

bomb or something harmful? You're just gonna walk over there and get

"Really, Arielle? A bomb, this large? Quit being a scared cat, alright, and

one of the packages, and a paper stuck to it fell to the floor. "What's that?"

but glanced at the card and then exclaimed, "Aha! It's for you." She turned to me, holding

reluctantly accepted the

Arielle." Without a second thought, I knew who it was from. It

inside those boxes," I said simply, handing

everyone else understand?said I do not want anything from that family! We're divorced all these gifts translate to nothing but pity. She feels sorry her son left me and wants to relieve the guilt by being nice to

sending me gifts."

"Arielle -"

her kindness bring back all I have lost in three years, courtesy of her son? Fucking no! She should stop