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

The kind of moment she had once dreamt of

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The rest of the dinner passed in an uneasy silence, heavy and suffocating.

I focused on my plate, determined to avoid Jared's gaze and suppress the memories threatening to rise.

It was the scene the warmth of a family dinner, the kind of moment I'd once dreamed of-that had unraveled me. My defenses had cracked under the weight of it. I couldn't let it happen again. I wouldn't.

This should have been a reminder of what I could have had back then and a stark warning of what I now needed to protect.

About twenty minutes later, Jared excused himself, leaving me alone with Maverick.

I stayed, absentmindedly picking at the food as Maverick watched me with his curious, innocent eyes.

"Mom?" His soft voice pulled me from the tangle of my thoughts.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Why don't you talk to Daddy?" he asked, his tone careful but direct. "Did I do something wrong? Is it the food? Did it make you unhappy?"

His question hit me like a punch to the gut. I forced a smile, even as my heart ached. "No, sweetheart. Nothing is wrong. Don't think like that. Mommy's just tired from work, that's all."

He studied me for a moment, stealing a glance as though trying to gauge the truth. I couldn't help but smile at his persistence. My boy. The one constant source of joy in my life.

"Alright, dinner's done for you, champ," I said, softening my tone. "Go play with your Legos. Mommy will join you soon."

He beamed at me, nodded, and left the table quietly.

But the silence didn't last.

Jared returned moments later, clearing plates without a word. His presence unsettled me, but his gesture wasn't offensive. It was kind. Maybe too kind.

"You don't have to do that," I said, keeping my tone neutral.

He paused, glancing at me. "Do what?"

I frowned, my patience already worn thin. "This. All of it. The chores, the dinner. None of this is necessary. I have staff for a reason. And if this is some misguided attempt to change my opinion of you, save it. It's not working. It only makes things worse for everyone, especially Maverick."

Jared's jaw tightened. His gaze darkened, a flicker of hurt crossing his face before his voice came, low and restrained. "Is it everyone... or just you?"

words struck a nerve,

"I made a mistake one I regret every single day. Does that mean I can't ever do anything right?

Where were you for the past three years,

them, my voice rising with the frustration I'd buried for

expression etched with regret and something deeper-something raw that made my

that. The room grew cold, and I busied myself with the dishes, refusing to look his way. When

"Sorry."

at the door, his voice lingering in the air. For a

I didn't. I walked away, without

sorry too," I murmured,

was lost in sketching new decoration ideas for my restaurant when my phone buzzed on

crept onto my face as I

dude," I said, answering

carrying a warmth that always made me feel lighter. "What's up? You took forever to pick up. Busy burying your head

cause," I shot back, emphasizing the words with

I start packing my bags to help you run A&M? I've heard about your 'great cause' all the way in Italy, boss." "Oh, please. Don't start with that," I said, though his

if you ever need backup in New York, you know where to

I'm not ready to hire you yet. You might end up eating

the camera. "But seriously, Ari. Need any advice? I've learned some cooking

false

some cooking you

can manage," I said finally. "Just brainstorming some new decor. It's been... a day.

got

ideas that were surprisingly practical. I jotted them down, laughing at his quips, grateful for the distraction he provided. Somehow, he always knew how to lift my spirits. Talking to him was effortless, light and refreshing, like a cool breeze on a heavy day.

Unlike Jared.

no one could deny that Jared Smith was in a league of his own. He knew this city's economic pulse better than anyone. A small restaurant was basically nothing more complicated than the

have swallowed my pride and

back. He was smiling, but there was

my brow.

heavy." His voice softened, "What fragrance were you

me off guard. I blinked, trying to recall, but came up blank. "Fragrance? I don't remember. I don't usually wear perfume when I'm working. It's not professional

though his emerald eyes glimmered

asked, laughing nervously. "Was it that bad? Maybe

said, his voice quieter now. His gaze met mine through the screen, drawing me in with the kind of intensity that made

My breath hitched.

heating up the moment the