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

Moved on, and won't go back.

(JARED'S POV)

I was seated in the cafe, glancing at my wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time. Arielle hasn't responded to my recent call or text. I was starting to get worried. Has she changed her mind about meeting me? Just as I was about to call her again, someone walked into my line of vision and sat down across from me at the table.

"Hi," she said, sounding out of breath.

"Hi," I responded and paused as my eyes skimmed her face. She looked flushed, the type a woman had whenever she blushed so hard from a man's compliment, or...or something more.

The thought of that aroused an intense feeling of jealousy in me. I knew she'd been out with someone when I went looking for her at the restaurant, and I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Have you found someone new to love?" I blurted, trying to sound nonchalant.

Her face dimmed, as disbelief clouded it, and then immediately, it turned cold. "Three years and your memory is suddenly bad? You shouldn't forget the last time we met; I told you my life was no longer your concern." I winced, her words stinging more than a bee's. But I don't push further as I deserve them.

"I know," I admitted, "but-"

"But what? You shouldn't be asking me that," she interrupted sternly. "What's this about Jared? You know I wouldn't be here if you didn't mention your grandmother."

My heart twisted in bitterness at the truth in that, and I guess it reflected in my face, but I pushed it aside.

"My grandmother's returning, and she still doesn't know about our divorce," I announced.

Arielle's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You never told her?" She asked like I had said the most incredulous thing ever.

I shook my head, feeling shame and guilt washed over me. "No, I didn't." Then I leaned forward, my voice turning apprehensive. "You know she adored you, Arielle. She loved you more than a daughter." That seemed to work as Arielle's features softened slightly. "How's she?"

"She's fine...a bit fragile now. The past few years haven't been kind to her in terms of age, I guess," I said, sighing. "But that's not the point. The point is, she thinks we're still married."

"Why didn't you tell her, Jared? All these years?" The look of anger was back on her face.

"Maybe... maybe I held onto the hope that you'd still be

the air like bad news, and for a moment neither of us spoke. After minutes of silence with no one willing

to ask, but...can you keep up the act?' I pleaded, ignoring how desperate I

didn't budge, her expression unreadable, but I saw a faint flick

gonna break her if she finds

on her lap like

sake?" She asked,

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Yes,

conflicted, I had to admit that his grandmother had been kind to me. Without her support, my early years in New York as a junior chef

finally accepted. "Fine, I'll do it. It's the least I

lit up with relief, and he leaned forward, his face inches from mine.

cold look. I might have agreed to help him, but I don't intend to

for one reason -your grandmother. Don't think this means anything has changed

looked hurt as he recoiled, his

course, thank you,"

him. "And Sofia?" I asked. How could

surprised you didn't ask her to do what you're asking me to

Jared, and I

sighed, looking away, a guilty expression appearing on his face. "Things

"You've made similar promises in the past that

immediately averted his

more hurt,

just being blunt. The last thing I want is any more drama from Sofia while I'm helping him

silence as he turned to me with pleading eyes. "Arielle," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Is

at