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

Missing

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Arielle, are you alright?" A voice asked, tapping my shoulder.

I instantly jolted back to reality to find Rebecca standing by my side, a worried look on her face.

"Yes, of course. Why?"

She gave me a look that was both sympathetic and full of concern, her eyes soft. "You've been zoning out since you got here, Arielle. It's okay if you're not okay. You don't have to pretend."

Her words hit me like a wave, and I felt the knot in my chest tighten even further. I hadn't been myself. Not since the call with Dwayne. His advice, the questions he'd raised-whether to tell Maverick the truth about his father's identity, or keep it from him... I was still turning it all over in my head.

"I'm fine. Really," I forced a smile, trying to brush it off, but I could feel how fake it sounded.

Rebecca didn't buy it. She tilted her head, looking at me carefully. "You're not fine, boss. You should go get some rest. Really. You've been through so much lately. It's okay to take a break."

Her kindness should've been comforting, but all I could focus on was the gnawing feeling in my gut. The last thing I wanted was to burden anyone with my chaos.

"Thanks Rebecca. I'll be fine," I said, trying to sound convincing as I glanced at the clock. It was closing time.

I let out a sigh, "You're right, I should leave. Tell Stephen to see to things in my absence."

"Of course." She walked me out, her hand resting briefly on my arm. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

"I will, thanks." I muttered.

As I walked towards the exit, I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Big Joe. "Hey, I'm ready to head home."

By the time I stepped into the parking lot, the car was waiting for me. Big Joe was always punctual, and right now, I was thankful for his consistency. I slipped into the backseat, the silence of the car swallowing me whole.

I needed to clear my head. But the longer I sat there, the more my thoughts spiraled. The quiet of the drive didn't soothe me-it made me feel more exposed, like I was waiting for something bad to happen.

By the time we pulled into the driveway, my heart was racing, my hands cold with so many questions in my head. Somehow I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was wrong.

I mumbled a quick, "Thanks, Big Joe," and stepped out of the car. The quiet of the evening seemed like a distant hum, muffled by the constant buzz of my racing heart.

I headed inside and changed into comfortable jeans and a cozy sweater, hoping the soft fabric would settle my nerves.

home soon. He was running a little late because he had music classes

up when he'd talk about his day. My heart softened at the thought of my son, and suddenly, I felt like I was being suffocated by the weight of it all. I have to talk to

finally realized that I'd been avoiding this all the

seemed to have an answer for me. But I hadn't stopped to think about what Maverick would want. What he would need to know. How he would feel about the

hide from

about where he came from. And even if that truth would mean facing a cruel world, even if it hurt, it was time for him

son, accompanying him whatever he

the seconds slipping away, a wave of determination washed over me. I can give him something better. I could...do

the truth about his father,

suddenly felt

or his school bus. It was weird. Maverick was rarely late. He had music lessons, but that wasn't like him. My son

there a delay with the music class because I was certain he was not with my mom? She's away on a short term trip, hence he had to use a school

couldn't put my finger on

check with his school," I muttered to myself, trying to

the short drive to the

to push the worst-case scenarios out of

near-empty lot, the silence around the school felt eerie. The music class should still be in session. But something about the emptiness made

growing with each step. Just as I approached

ma'am, what brings you

hastily. "He's

from surprise to confusion. "No, the class ended on time. Actually, Maverick is not here. He was picked by his uncle immediately after,

skipped a beat.

"What uncle?"

frowned, clearly confused by my reaction. "His father's friend. He showed me proof and everything. I

then my heart flew to 'his father'-Jared, could he have

out my phone, ignoring the teacher's "is everything

my voice tight with

talking about? What's wrong?" Jared's voice

was picked

Arielle," Jared assured. "I swear. Why would

was lost. Panic overtook me as it seemed like I was falling

ended the call,

of questions. It wasn't

No way. My hands were trembling, the phone