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

Like a mirror.

(ARIELLE'S

POV)

As I sat at my desk in my office, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me, I couldn't stop my thoughts from straying. These past few days have been of constant debate about Jared's continuous stay in my house and finally it had led me to a decision -I needed

to ask him to leave.

I couldn't continue living with my ex-husband; it was growing awkward and difficult with each passing day.

I had planned to tell him the previous night, but just as I was about to bring it up, Dwayne's call interrupted me, and I decided to put it off until today, after work.

But the more I thought about it, the more I found myself growing more and more anxious. I couldn't continue to keep up with the charade of living with him, pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

He was making me uncomfortable with all the nice things he did, and as much as I hated to admit it, they were beginning to get to my heart.

I sighed, pushing my chair back from the desk. I needed to focus on something else, or I would never get any work done. I returned my attention to the designs my graphic designer sent to me for the restaurant's rebranding.

Scrolling through the options, I tried to decide which one I liked best. But my mind kept wandering back to Jared.

*****

The day flew by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. I packed up my things, shutting down my laptop and gathering my purse and phone.

As I headed outside, the warm sun hit my skin and I slipped on my sunglasses to shield my eyes. But nothing prepared me for the sight that greeted me.

Jared was parked outside, obviously waiting for me. I halted in my tracks, the scene oddly familiar. I recalled how he used to pick me up from work every day when we were together. It stirred up deep memories from the past, those that I had tried to suppress and bury. But I pushed them aside, putting up a nonchalant face as I approached him.

greeted me,

Instead, I went straight to my question.

face. "I came to pick you up," he

a press person could be hanging around. The last thing I wanted was to make the headlines with my ex-husband. So I simply stayed mute and walked to the car, but he beat me to

lost in them, but quickly snapped back to reality and got into the car. Jared shut the door and walked around to get

began to move, he asked, "So,

out the window, watching the cars and buildings whiz by.

nodded, still all smiles. "That's good. I'm glad to hear that," he

"Yeah," I mumbled.

silence, each person lost in their thoughts until Jared broke it. "Umm...I wanted to talk to

the road to look at him, brows

has invited us to dinner -you, me, and

the information, racking my brain on what could be the motive behind the invitation. "Umm...is there a problem? Why is she specifically asking for the three

don't know," he replied, his eyes fixed pointedly on the road. "You know how unpredictable she

can be unpredictable, but at the same time I can't help but wonder if this was not another

I turned to him again, sharply, and before I could stop myself, the

he turned them back to the road, his jaw tightening. He

I stay a little longer?" he asked, his tone soft, almost fragile. "Maverick's gotten used to having me around. We've been... we've

hurt, even though he tried to mask it, and the ache in my chest

didn't argue with him because he was right; Maverick had indeed gotten attached to him. Still, I shook my head, trying to remain firm. I can't let my

to accomplish your mission," I said softly, trying to sound calm

and when he spoke up, his

chance for us to start all over again?" He

in his voice, but a raw longing,

a surge of

accept that it was over? Why couldn't he

thoughts, he spoke first.