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

Of a tattoo and clue.

(JARED'S POV)

After Arielle left with Nana Jean, I tried to keep up with conversing with Maverick, even though my mind kept wondering about what Nana Jean needed to say to Arielle in private.

I pushed the thought aside and focused on Maverick, who was talking excitedly about how big the mansion was and how beautiful his great-granny was. I listened attentively, smiling and nodding in all the right places.

But my mind kept drifting back to Arielle. Speaking of her, since our last conversation three days ago, I have tried to keep my distance. Not because I was mad at her, but because it was the best thing to do.

And today, when she stepped out in that dress, my breath was swept away. She looked like she was meant to be in dresses like that always. The way the fabric hugged her curves, the way the color matched with her skin and highlighted it...I felt my heart skip a beat as I stared at her.

As I remembered that after tonight, we were no longer going to be staying under the same roof, my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. I had gotten so used to being with her and our son, and any other way of living felt odd and inappropriate.

I thought of my son, poor boy. I knew Arielle had not told him about my leaving because I was sure the little man would have queried me. A bitter smile crossed my features as I watched the little man chatter innocently, unaware tonight was probably our last supper. I was still in that state, fighting with my thoughts when my mother summoned me to the study through a maid.

"Excuse me for a minute, buddy," I said to Maverick, beckoning the butler to keep him company while I was away. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, Daddy," Maverick replied, smiling up at me.

And with that, I walked off, to go answer my mother's call.

my mother was standing next to the large mahogany desk, her back to me. The

nostalgia hit me, as I inhaled sharply. This used to be my father's, and I used to frequent it, but after he died, I stopped coming. This was my first time coming here after his death, and it brought back memories of how we used to read together, and

much I missed him. I sighed and shoved the

I had seen her since we arrived. I had speculated she would be in her room getting ready, and

face. She approached me and pulled me in a hug, the familiar scent of her perfume caressing my

to the point, as I pulled back from

"I

folder on the desk and handed it to me. It was filled with female photos and I silently

"These are pictures of

make excellent wives and mothers. You need to start thinking about the future if things are not moving smoothly with you

in disbelief as I stared from her to the

say when she noticed my sour mood,

punctuating each sentence. My patience was wearing thin now. This was not the first time she had made this request, and I was tired of hearing it already. I knew she wanted me to settle down, but have made my choice-Arielle, and I am determined to stick to her

tried to remind me

don't secure a family, your inheritance might be at risk.

laughable, and almost gave in to the urge. What's my mother thinking? Nana Jean had no other heir besides me. There was no way she would leave

happen, mother. Nana knows I'm

boy. You