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

Did he really give up on her?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Sofia even gave me a slightly apologetic glance as she passed by, holding onto Jared's arm.

I must've looked like a fool, standing there like that.

Ashley, already rolling up her sleeve and shaking her fist, muttered, "I'll go ask him what he means by this."

"Don't pull me!" I heard her protest as Roman grabbed her arm.

Margaux, sighing, interjected, "Why don't we listen to what Arielle has to say first?"

Ashley spun around to face me, her expression fierce. "Ari, don't worry about it. I'll find out exactly what's going on."

I shook my head. "Don't ask him. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Ashley's face shifted through several emotions before she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I paused, gathering my thoughts, "we had a fight a few days ago, and I told him that we're done. We have nothing left between us."

Silence hung in the air for a long moment. Ashley just stood there, calming down as she processed my words.

Roman, seemingly uninterested in the drama unfolding, turned to Margaux. "Apologies, Miss Harrison. I think it's time for you to head home. Please let your grandparents know I send my regards." Then he turned to Ashley. "Ashley, I've made my point. You can take the rest of the night off. I'm sure you'll want to spend time with your friend." Ashley was a bit surprised.

Then his voice grew firm again, the kind of tone that brooked no argument. "Don't forget, we have a meeting tomorrow. I expect you there early." "Of course," she muttered.

Roman nodded at me politely before walking away, his strides long and confident almost arrogantly so. For a brief moment, I couldn't help but feel like I was watching Jared walk away all over again. "Get it together," I muttered under my breath, trying to snap myself out of the daze.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Ashley turned to me, her eyes blazing. "Did you see that? He made it seem like he was doing me a favor by giving me the night off! What kind of bastard capitalist would take their employees everywhere after working hours?" She sighed, clearly frustrated, but then her tone softened to me. "You know, this might not be all that bad. You and him..."

I smiled weakly. "I guess you're right."

But I didn't have the energy to say anything else. My mind kept drifting back to Jared. My thoughts were a tangled mess of emotions, and I couldn't untangle them.

At that moment, Margaux joined the conversation, and I felt slightly bad for having forgotten that she was still there with us.

really gave up on you this time?" She asked, her blue probing eyes observing

I asked, trying to sound surprised, but in the real sense, my voice

wasn't one of great importance. "It's not that hard to guess. You might not have been popular when you were still married to him, but you did, the moment you two were divorced and when you returned to the country, at least in the upper society circle. Plus, I'm a big fan of 'The Evil Wolf Husband Doesn't Deserve a Good Ex-Wife'," she added

...What evil-wolf-husband?

second, then it hit me. Rebecca's

she really has terrible taste in book

knew about Rebecca's book, but it also lightened the mood

characters," Margaux said with a sly

again, her gaze probing. "So,

side by side. When had he returned? Had he intentionally taken a different route to avoid me? The thought stung, but I pushed it

my words carefully. "In the book, you were always harsh with him, unforgiving. But recently, you've shown signs of softening. At least, that's what it looked like to me. Why would he

him over the head with that vase, if I had that choice," I said, nodding toward the marble

head, "No. That's exactly why there's still hope for you two. Your emotions are still so tied to him. Every move he makes affects

a moment and didn't know

who had

observing the conversation, raised

eyebrows and shook her head

disapproval. "Excuse me, Miss

she said,

"Can I just call you Margaux? Why

her eyes still fixed on me, waiting for

Margaux. I don't know what he's thinking anymore. And honestly, it doesn't really matter. Men and women... they're just different. I don't need to

might actually be for the

my decision when I left for abroad three years

had been decided long

'softness' I showed? If there was anything there, it was nothing more than a fleeting mistake. Just

Jared ended up with wasn't something I

get back his childhood sweetheart,

even though I doubted she did. Regardless, I was grateful that she didn't

indication that she was tired. "I'm sorry, but I'm just really exhausted," she said, her voice apologetic, as

it's getting late. We

glanced at my wristwatch. "My supplier is running late, and I don't think I want to wait," added. Of course I was not going to wait, not after standing me up. What responsible person keeps a person they're meeting with waiting, with no call or text to inform them about why they were running late? There and then, I decided

and the

we made our way to the car parked outside. It was arranged by Harrisons, and had enough space for all three of us