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

The gray areas.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

As I approached my car, I couldn't help but scan my surroundings, half-expecting to see Ashley lingering nearby. But she was nowhere to be found, and I didn't blame her. With her encounter with Jared earlier, staying back was not exactly a good option. As I slipped into the driver's seat, I made a mental note to call her as I got home, just to make sure she made it to hers safely. I started the car's engine afterward, and began my drive home.

The roads were quiet, the only sound emanating, that of my car's engine, and the occasional passing cars. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my mind kept drifting back to Jared.

His words still stung, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt every time I thought about it. Why had he said he loved me, only to call it bluff moments later? I replayed the conversation in my head, trying to make sense of it all.

I sighed, my head a myriad of emotions.

When could he stop being so childish?

I was angry at Jared for toying with my emotions, but at the same time, I was disappointed in myself for even daring to hope that his words might be true. I should have known better than to trust him, and yet, a part of me had still held onto that glimmer of hope.

As I drove, a jolt of exhaustion washed over me. I was tired of the drama, tired of the stress and anxiety that seemed to go on in a circle, unending. I just wanted to get home, see my son, and forget about everything else.

Soon, I turned onto my street, and a feeling of relief enveloped me. Finally, I pulled into the driveway, killing the engine and sitting in silence for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, I alighted and made for the front door.

But to my surprise, I found Dwayne standing there, his tall figure a bit tougher than usual, though still unmistakable. Brown, his loyal shepherd, sat at his side, watching me with calm, knowing eyes. For a brief moment, it felt as though they were both standing guard. As I got closer, Dwayne didn't step aside to let me walk by. His silence was heavier than words, his emerald eyes searching mine with a thousand questions in them.

I took a small step back, feeling a sort of unease settle over me. Why did he look so... intense?

"What did you do today?" He finally spoke up, his voice unusually low and clipped.

I sighed, the exhaustion from earlier returning. "I'm really tired, Dwayne. Can we not do this right now?" I asked, hoping he hit the cue and left me alone.

But he didn't move, his eyes steady on mine. "You could've handled things differently," he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment that stung more than I expected. "Why didn't you come to me first? Why didn't you ask for my help?" My brows shot up defiantly. "What are you talking about?"

Dwayne sighed, a soft, humorless laugh escaping him. It wasn't mocking just tired, as though whatever he'd been holding back had finally slipped out. "Ashley's uncle. You went to Jared for help, right?"

My eyes dilated immediately as I realized what this was about. He had gotten a hint of my meeting and the essence of it.

to him

me?" He interrupted, his tone rising slightly. It was rare for him to interrupt me, and I realized that

go to Jared; you didn't tell me anything about it. And you kept

husband who had just caught me cheating on him? More importantly, why the hell did I even feel a little guilty?

to gather my thoughts. "Look, Dwayne, I didn't want to bother you. You've been so busy lately, I didn't think it was important enough to bring

to say. You didn't want to be a burden to

fair thing to say. Quit being so dramatic,

little closer, his gaze unwavering, "Then let me ask you something. If I offered to help, and Jared offered

as I never expected him to draw such a comparison. "Dwayne, this isn't a multiple-choice question

it?" he replied with a slight

a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. What was he really asking me? Was this about more than just helping Ashley? I didn't

closer to us, wagging his tail and

away, his eyes

spoke, his voice was gentle

know you've had a long day. You should

of guilt

since his return from Italy, yet he always made time for Maverick and me, walking the dogs with him, filling the gap, and creating a sense of stability

croaked,

with a gentle bright of his hands on

turned to leave, Brown following

staring after him, a hollow feeling in the pit of my

and then I turned

the sight of Maverick and his nanny. He was curled

walked in. "Did you and Uncle Dwayne have a fight? I saw you from

wanting to hold that conversation then, not with

with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry for arriving late,

Ma'am," she nodded graciously. And then she gathered her belongings and bid

shut behind her, before letting out

to him. "But, he

how much to