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

Quick fix

(ARIELLE'S POV

As we drove along the road, I leaned closer to the window, my gaze fixed outside. It wasn't the scenery that held my attention but the way my thoughts felt heavier with every mile. Then something caught my eye-QuickFix Auto.

At first glance, it was just a car repair shop. Ordinary, unremarkable. But as I stared, recognition hit me like a wave.

I blinked, the name tugging at a memory I hadn't thought about in years. Suddenly, it all came flooding back.

It was six years ago, early in our marriage. I'd spent an entire day selling cakes at a charity event. The rain had started pouring just as the event ended, and I'd gotten stuck with kids whose parents hadn't shown up to pick them up yet. I called Jared, frustrated and soaked, filling him in.

What I didn't know then was that he had canceled a flight and rescheduled an important meeting. Just to come for me.

But life being what it was, his car broke down as soon as he reached me.

I could still remember the two of us, shivering and laughing like we were two invincible high schoolers, pulling his car over, to this very shop. It was one of those moments that felt so intimate. Just us, no pretense, no world watching.

Now, staring at the shop, I felt the sharp ache of that memory. It wasn't just bittersweet-it was choking. Like the weight of all the nearly seven years I'd bottled up was finally too much to bear. "S-stop the car," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Everyone turned to look at me in surprise.

"Stop the car!" I said again, louder this time, my words firmer.

Ashley was the first to ask. "Arielle, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I responded simply.

Turning to Roman, I added, "Please, tell the driver to stop."

There was something in my tone, or maybe the look on my face, that made him nod without question. "Pull over," he instructed.

The car slowed to a stop, and before I could even unbuckle, Ashley reached for my arm. "I'll come with you."

firmly. "This is something I need to do

lingered on mine.

It's just..." the words snagged somewhere between my chest and my throat. "He wasn't always like this,

my voice faltered. Tears

to do this

those three years of our marriage. That memory wasn't a lie. That man wasn't a lie. He was the Jared I knew, the one I trusted. The

shouldn't be like this. He couldn't

I wanted to ask, but I desperately needed an

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Jared was me looking for

my past, the

decision was a choice I

her face, but my resolve silenced her. With a deep breath, I opened the car door and stepped out, ignoring

thought I'd be left alone, I felt Dwayne's presence behind

to protest, but he cut me off with a

and the car drove off, leaving the

about to ask him what he was doing, but he met my gaze

voice steady yet

tone wasn't just reassuring; it was firm. It was as if he could

shop," he added. "He fixed my bike once.

stared at him for a moment before nodding, too drained to argue. Even if I tried, Dwayne wouldn't budge. And deep down, I didn't want him to. The fire in my chest-the one fueled by

expression softening into a small smile

the ground, my mind racing as I waited. Minutes later, the roar of an engine snapped me out of my thoughts. Dwayne pulled up on a sleek black motorcycle, his dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze.

"Yes."

to climb on behind him. I slid onto the

roar, the bike

carrying away the heaviness in my chest, even if only for a little while. There was something liberating about the speed,

know exactly where I wanted to go. The route was familiar, back to

I asked, my voice barely cutting through the roar of the engine. "I