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

Destined to miss you.

(Jared's POV)

As I made my way through the airport, weaving through the crowds of travelers rushing to embrace their loved ones, something caught my eye. A woman, moving just ahead, her figure strikingly familiar. My heart faltered, as if time itself had paused. Arielle?

No, it couldn't be. My logical side kicked in, urging me to shake off the absurd thought. But something in the way she carried herself... it was too familiar. My gaze locked onto her, desperate for a clearer view, but just as quickly as I had noticed her, she turned her head, blending into the sea of strangers.

I strained to catch another glimpse, my pulse pounding in my ears. Her hair-shoulder-length, not the cascading blonde I remembered. And she had a child with her. A boy, clinging to her hand. My Arielle didn't have a son.

Still, my chest tightened, and I stood rooted to the spot for a moment, the rest of the world rushing past me. Could it really be her? My mind raced through the possibilities. But that was impossible, wasn't it? It had been years-years since I'd last seen her. And what were the odds? At an airport, of all places?

I forced myself to breathe, pushing the thought aside. People resemble others all the time. It was just a trick of the mind, dredging up memories I'd tried to bury.

Shaking my head, I moved forward, scanning the crowd again this time for my mother. I finally spotted her, waving from the arrivals area.

"Mum," I called out, moving to greet her. I embraced her, the hug mechanical, my mind still trapped in that moment. In her.

"Thank you for picking me up," she said, pulling back to look at me. Her voice brought me back to reality, if only a little.

"Of course," I replied, my voice steady, but the lingering tension in my chest wouldn't release. Even as we left the Tarmac and headed toward the car, I couldn't shake the feeling. That woman. Could it have been Arielle?

I wanted to let it go. I needed to. But the thought clung to me, like a shadow I couldn't escape.

************

After dropping my mother at home, I returned to work, but couldn't concentrate.

My thoughts kept straying to the woman I saw at the airport who had a somewhat uncanny resemblance with Arielle.

At the close of work, I headed home still feeling cranky and restless. On arrival, I decided to work from the guest room. It was a habit I'd developed lately, especially when Sofia and I had disagreements or when I needed some discretion and focus without distractions. After freshening up, I settled into the bed and booted my laptop to start working, but my thoughts began to wander again.

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the door and pulled it open, and behind it was Sofia, looking sober

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