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, she already

and moved on to the

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the close of work, Ashley came to pick me up. On arriving home, we were surprised to see packages heaped on the

I didn't," I

not," she said, shaking

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

said, already approaching the packages, but

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

large? Quit being a scared cat,

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

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

accepted the card

second thought, I knew who it was from. It was from Jared's mother, AKA my

not keeping whatever is inside those boxes," I said simply, handing the card back to

everyone else understand?said I do not want anything from that family! We're divorced all these gifts translate to nothing

sending me gifts."

"Arielle -"

bring back all I have lost in three years, courtesy of