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."

surprise, his brows furrowing as he processed this. "But Nana said they're brothers!" he exclaimed, looking

they fighting, Mommy? Are Daddy

answering, trying to keep

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

me, clearly trying to make sense of it all. His small face scrunched up in

a big prize to the student

deepening as he considered my words. "I guess it depends

else, too." I paused, trying to find the right words. "Some things happened between me and your Daddy." Maverick nodded thoughtfully. "I noticed, Mommy.

again, I was amazed at my son's observation skills and glad that I did not

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 love you, and we don't want

a moment, his little brow furrowed as he processed my words. Then, after a

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

this boy was going to wear me out with his numerous questions. "Mommy, I have one

blank for a second, and I found myself stalling. It seemed like recently my little man was becoming really curious about the idea of love. "Don't you

tell me, Mommy!" He pleaded,

softly at the display. "What

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. "If that's the case, then I love a lot of people. I love you, Grandma,

"But... but you know that's not

cutting him off gently with a grin. "Alright, sweetie,

face falling into the most

boy," I laughed,

planted a quick kiss on my cheek. "Bye, Mom," he said, still grumbling under his breath about how confusing adults and love

toward the school, his little voice trailing off, muttering something about how love was

drove off, couldn't help

chuckle silently. Poor