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

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The air had grown colder, the chill creeping into my bones. Dwayne wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "Are you cold?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

I wiped my tears, shaking my head.

All I could feel was exhaustion. My mind had turned to mush, too drained to form a single coherent thought.

Dwayne studied me carefully before running his fingers along the side of my face. I turned away.

He didn't say a word, just shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Then he handed me a helmet, carefully helping me strap it on.

"Thank you," I whispered as I snuggled closer to him on the motorcycle.

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They came in waves as we rode, the cold wind stinging my face, but it couldn't stop the flood of emotions. Jared's words replayed in my head, over and over, like a broken record. The image of him and Sofia, sitting together, haunted

me.

"Go to the pub," I said, shivering against Dwayne's back. "I need a couple of beers."

He immediately shook his head. "You'd better not. Let's get you home." Then turned the bike down a different road, heading for my house.

"No!"

Dwayne braked suddenly, the bike lurching to a stop. "Why not?"

I wanted to explain-wanted to tell him that with Maverick at a sleepover and my mom still away on her trip, I didn't want to be alone in that empty house.

But the words stuck in my throat. This sounded so stupid. Instead, I just dropped my eyes and went silent.

Dwayne sighed and rolled the bike still into the garage of my home's direction, and killed the engine.

I was too tired to protest again, drowning my thoughts in the sound of the revving engine underneath us.

By the time we reached my doorstep, I was too drained to move. My body ached, my mind was foggy, and every step felt heavier than the last. When I tried to get off the bike, I stumbled on my heels and fell to the ground with a thud. Dwayne was there in an instant, his hands steady as he helped me to my feet. "Are you okay?"

"Think I scraped my ankle," I answered, and the tears almost started again. Luckily I forced myself to stop. Even though everything seemed to be so wrong with the world, I shouldn't act like a child.

My head hurts and I wince in pain with every step.

The house felt empty, hollow, like it was swallowing me whole. Each step toward the door felt like a reluctant surrender. Finally, I stopped and sank onto the flower bed, too tired to go any further. Dwayne crouched down beside me, his eyes soft. "Okay, okay, Arielle. You can stay at my place for one night, is that okay?"

I nodded, unable to speak the words.

With careful gentleness, Dwayne helped me to my feet again and guided me toward his house, each step taken with the utmost care. He led me to a couch, helping me lie down, before disappearing into the kitchen.

wait in my chest, a heaviness

I let Jared hurt me like this again? How had I let him break me all over? Had he seen me before I knew? Had

ringing in my ears-louder than the rest, triumphant

know how hard it was? Did he understand that asking me to trust him after everything he'd said was the hardest thing I'd ever been asked to

under what twisted circumstances would he be forced to say something

didn't want this. I didn't ask

he was with Sofia was enough to tear me apart? She was the source of my pain for

Argh!

in my hands and rocked back and forth. I moved a little too much and grazed my

Dwayne walk out of the kitchen so I jumped when he came into view and he lifted his hands

a moment and returned again with a little first-aid box. "This might sting a bit," he warned with a little smile as

ball of wet cotton wool. Once he was done, he placed a band aid over the injury before kissing it

strength," he sighed with a sad smile and rose from my side.

"For your head."

I slowly nodded.

you like

I finally

okay. I'll show

arms with ease, holding me close as if I weighed nothing at all. His

by the intimacy of the moment, trying to loosen my grip on his

placed me down on the bed and hovered above

intently, searching them like

the background with the syncing of our breathing. He leaned closer and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my

sigh, pulling the sheets

"Not for anything?"

glinted in the dim light, like a

sharply, then turned to face him. The words I'd been holding back on the back of his motorbike came

friend like you. You see how I've messed everything up with Jared. I

that anymore. You're tired tonight.

about it later. I

that. Just sleep now.

and I know it's worse for you, waiting for someone who can't give you anything

throat. "Couldn't

a forced smile on his face, before hitting the bedside light switch and parting me gently on my shoulder. "Good night, ostrich," he said softly and walked out of

and stared up at the ceiling, the hours blending together in a haze. My thoughts were a tangled mess, each one spinning faster

smile set on his lips as he watched me in mockery. I shut my eyes tightly to keep the image out of my head. Sleep came faster than I expected. There was the fresh scent

until I sensed movement beside me, prompting my eyes. I blinked, and immediately regretted it as the early morning sunlight flooded the room, hitting the

my son, Maverick, curled up beside me, his bright smile warming me from the inside

voice full of sweetness as he squeezed me tighter. My eyes filled with tears that I couldn't hold back, no matter how hard I tried. Dwayne was leaning against the doorframe, hands casually tucked into his pockets, a soft smile on his

like a baby," he

brought him," I