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

Morning encounter

"Mommy, you seem really happy about work lately," Maverick said, his voice filled with curiosity. "What's going on?"

I blinked, taken aback by his sudden observation. We were in the car, on the way to school, and I hadn't expected such an out-of-the-blue question from him.

I hadn't even realized that I'd been so obvious, but I guess it was hard to hide my happiness. I'd been feeling enthusiastic and optimistic since my meeting with Jared these days, and it seemed like Maverick had picked up on it. Do these two have a father-son psychic link or something?

Hesitating, I tried to decide on how much to say and reveal to him because the young man wouldn't let me be unless I gave him an answer. He was already staring at me expectantly with those large innocent eyes.

"Oh it's just business stuff, sweetie," I said casually, trying to brush it off. "I'm working on some new projects, and they're going well."

But he didn't look convinced, his eyes piercing into mine, as he tried to probe more information from me.

"What kind of business stuff?"

I chuckled, impressed by his persistence and how much I can predict him. "Let's say that I'm working on a new project, and it has the potential to take my business to the next level. It's still in the early stages, but I'm really excited about it." "Alright, Mommy," he said, nodding solemnly like a little grown-up. "I wish you all the best, and I hope everything works out the way you want them to."

"Thank you, sweetie," I murmured, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

He gave me a small, happy smile and turned his attention back to the window, watching the world rush by. That was his favorite part of our morning drive he liked how everything seemed to blur in a fast-forward motion, like his own little version of a movie scene. For a few minutes, the car was quiet, and I thought the conversation was over. But then, out of nowhere, he turned back to me, his expression suddenly heavy.

"Mom," he asked, his voice quieter now, "why doesn't Daddy come to see me lately?"

My chest tightened, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to breathe. My heart lurched, caught between wanting to protect him and not knowing exactly how to explain the mess that had become his father's absence.

I didn't want to lie, but I wasn't ready to tell him everything.

I took a deep breath, "Well, sweetie, Daddy's been really busy lately, he's been... competing with Uncle Dwayne's company, and that's taking up a lot of his time."

Nana said they're brothers!" he exclaimed, looking at me as if

Mommy? Are Daddy

paused for a moment before answering, trying

said softly. "They just have different goals, and they're both trying to succeed

clearly trying to make sense of it all. His small face scrunched

Think about it. If your teacher said she was giving a big prize to the student who gets

his tiny frown deepening as he considered my words. "I guess it depends on how

"Fair enough, champ. And there's something else, too." I paused, trying to find the right words. "Some things happened between me and your Daddy." Maverick nodded thoughtfully. "I noticed, Mommy. Can you tell

I was amazed at my son's observation skills and glad that I

had some disagreements. Some stuff that might take a little time to sort through. And honestly, I'm still working through my own feelings, too. But here's the most important thing-we both

he processed my words.

ruffled his hair, feeling a rush of relief that I had managed to explain it in a

I inwardly groaned. Not again, this boy was going to wear me out with his

It seemed like recently my little man was becoming really curious about the idea of love. "Don't you think

please, please, tell me, Mommy!"

chuckled softly at the display. "What

carefully. "I think... like, if he's sad, you feel sad too. And if he's happy, you feel happy too, right?" I nodded, smiling and impressed by his thoughtful response.

up in confusion. "But... but you know that's not what I meant. Everyone says love is... well, it's

school compound, cutting him off gently with a grin. "Alright, sweetie, it's time for school. We

his face falling into the most disappointed expression.

boy," I

Mom," he said, still grumbling under his breath about how confusing adults and love were, as he bounced

watched him walk toward the school, his little voice trailing off, muttering something about how

off, couldn't

chuckle silently. Poor