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."

"This is something I

lingered

my throat. "He wasn't always like this, Ash.

voice faltered. Tears burned at

to do this

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 man I had loved couldn't be the cold stranger at the club who refused to help us. The Jared I knew would've offered a hand to anyone in need, even a

shouldn't be like this. He

mood, with a strong indescribable urge to face Jared and figure out how all of these had happened. I didn't even know what I wanted to ask, but I desperately needed an answer! Ashley's eyes bore into mine, her hand wrapping around mine in silent support. She knew me.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes."

as going to see Jared was me looking

the emotions, anger and bitterness I have

the result was, this decision

resolve silenced her. With a deep breath, I opened the car door and stepped

be left alone, I felt Dwayne's

turning to protest, but he cut

could stop it, the limousine door shut, and the car

he met my gaze with a determined one, and I knew it was pointless

going," he said gently, his voice steady yet soft,

if he could see right through me, knowing I was teetering on the

know the owner of this shop," he added. "He fixed my bike

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

permission, his expression softening into a

me out of my thoughts. Dwayne pulled up on a sleek black motorcycle,

"Yes."

got on the bike, waiting for me to climb on behind him. I slid

roar, the bike

hair, carrying away the heaviness in my chest, even if only for a little while. There

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

barely cutting through the roar