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.

Maverick into bed, and as I left him in the safe hands of his Nana reading him bedtime stories, I returned to my

the bed, waiting for sleep to come, my phone buzzed with a message. It was

haste, I tapped

stood in his kitchen, holding up a large fish, his grin as wide

scattered across his shirt.

today," he captioned. Below, a congratulatory message followed:

face as I typed my

task. I was meeting with Mr. Stone, my former Manager at my former place of work before I moved to Italy. He was the pioneer of my success story-he had informed me about the scholarship and convinced

wave of nostalgia hit me. The place was quaint, a far cry

as I pushed it open and walked

and his face lit up with a broad

into a hug. "It's been far

the window and we sat to talk. Over freshly made coffee and baked

Stone shared his story

expression clouding his

10 to

accident, suffered a major setback. I had sell my properties and the restaurant land

it had happened weeks after traveled. There was little or nothing I could do as

brightening up. "This cafe is my new beginning and it

been resilient," I said, admiration in my tone. "You never let life keep

always knew you were

marriage limited you a lot back then," he resumed talking. "I'm glad you're

with the new topic

Sir, I have a proposal," I chipped

chair, looking at me seriously.

restaurant's opening soon. I'd love

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

"However, I do have a nephew. He's young, talented,