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

The chase

(Arielle's

POV)

I returned home finally, exhausted but fulfilled. My Mom and son were already waiting in the sitting room, and they sprung on me, yelling their felicitations as I walked in.

"We saw the news!" Maverick exclaimed, jumping on me. "You're famous now, Mama."

"Congratulations, my darling. I'm so proud of you," Mom said.

I smiled, sharing in their happiness. "Thanks, guys."

I walked to the couch and we all settled in it and I filled their eager ears with how my day went. But of course, I ensured to keep the accident and the encounter with Sofia's part out, so they don't freak out.

After my narration, I excused myself as I was dying to shed the dress and accessories I had on my body. "Excuse me, you two," I said, rising to my feet. "I need to shower and rest a little."

"Dinner will be ready soon," my Mom reminded me.

I nodded, grateful for the brief reprieve. Once inside my bedroom, I peeled off my dress, craving comfort. The hot water in the shower felt like a necessary luxury, but as it cascaded down, my thoughts somehow wandered. Dwayne. I hadn't heard from him all day.

No call. No text.

A twinge of disappointment tugged at me, and I sighed. Why was I so affected? He must have been busy.

Plus, think about it, he had promised to visit, to see me often, but we both knew how life worked. Adults made promises like that all the time, but those were just good words, comforting lies to soften the inevitable. People moved on. It was just what they did.

I smiled bitterly, then gave myself a light pat on the cheek.

Come on Arielle, forget about him! Women without men are like fish without bicycles! You are utterly fine. Pushing the thought aside, I focused on the warmth of the water, letting it cleanse the tension from my body. After bathing, I slipped into my pajamas and rested for a while, but my thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. When I finally made my way to the dining area, Maverick and Mom were already deep in conversation. Maverick animatedly described his day, his art, and his little adventures around the neighborhood with Nana.

I watched them, cherishing these moments, knowing how fleeting they were.

him in the safe hands of

sleep to come, my

I tapped

he stood in his kitchen, holding up a large fish, his

across his

captioned. Below, a congratulatory message followed: "Congrats on your new position. The world's not ready

spread across my face as I

of work before I moved to Italy. He was the pioneer of my success story-he had informed me about the scholarship and convinced me to

me. The place was quaint, a far cry from the grandeur

as I pushed it

Stone!" I greeted him, and his face

he exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.

window and we sat to talk. Over freshly made coffee and baked bread, we talked about

his story

clouding

10 to

fire accident, suffered a major setback. I had sell my properties and the restaurant land to get this place," he

me about the fire accident, as it had happened weeks after traveled. There was

great now," Mr Stone continued, his face brightening up. "This cafe is my new beginning and it has been doing

admiration in my tone. "You never let life keep you

Arielle. I always knew you were destined for greatness. But..."he paused like he was contemplating

limited you a lot back then," he resumed talking. "I'm glad you're out of it now. You

now uncomfortable with the

Sir, I have a proposal," I chipped in, changing the

the chair, looking at me seriously. "I'm all

love you

a moment, his eyes widened, and then he smiled, a nostalgic look crossing his face. "Oh, how I've missed the professional kitchen," he admitted softly. "I'm honored you'd ask." Before I could respond, he continued, "But Arielle... I've been thinking of retiring soon. The

talented, and passionate about the business. He's eager to take on a challenge like this."