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

Reflections under the moonlight

(ARIELLE'S POV)

As the party got underway, I insisted on stepping aside for a moment to call Rebecca and Stephen. I needed to let them know about my decision to take two days off.

They readily agreed, assuring me they'd keep things running smoothly at the restaurant in my absence. Relieved, I thanked them and ended the call before heading back inside.

What Ashley called a pre-party turned out to be a lively, classic celebration-music, drinks, dancing, and endless chatter. It had been ages since I'd attended something like this, and I couldn't help but feel a little thrill as I mingled, catching up with people and sneaking in a few moments to casually promote my restaurant.

But as the evening wore on, the fatigue of the day finally caught up with me. My energy waned, and I felt the telltale weakness creeping in.

Dwayne, as if sensing it, stayed close by. At one point, he gently patted my shoulder, leaning in to whisper, "If you're tired just go back to your room and rest. You've got tomorrow and the next two days to enjoy your little vacation, Ostrich."

I shook my head, unwilling to dampen the mood for anyone else. "I'll just rest on one of the lounge chairs over there," I said, gesturing to a quieter corner of the deck. "It's fine, really. You all keep enjoying yourselves."

His eyes softened with concern, but when I smiled and reassured him, he finally relented. "Alright," he said with a small, understanding smile.

I playfully added, "My mother's over there too. I'll go chat with her."

With that, I turned and headed toward that short but steady figure.

Mom stood by the railing, the endless ocean stretching before us, her smile knowing. We'd found a quiet spot on the ship to sit and talk, away from the noise of the party. She glanced at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and warmth.

"Finally found some peace," she said, shaking her head with a small laugh as she took a sip of her drink. "These young lives... always so busy. So, how's everything going, sweetie? Work, Maverick?"

I sighed, already feeling lighter just being able to talk to her. "Work's been hectic, as usual. Maverick... he's almost four now, Mom. Can you believe it? He's becoming his own little person, and he's so excited about life. He's made new friends, and next week is his school's Open House. He's been talking about it nonstop."

I paused, the mention of the Open House tugging at a thread of unease. Mom noticed immediately, her perceptive gaze softening.

she asked gently. "Will Jared be

will. Jared wants to come, and I agreed. It felt like the right thing to

business for this opportunity. Some truths felt too heavy to share, even with

closely. "You don't sound entirely comfortable

have a complicated history. We always have. But Maverick needs us both, and

nodded, sensing I wasn't ready to say more, but her silence spoke volumes. Mom could read me like an open book, and

you earlier-the way you were talking to him. Don't tell me you don't feel it. That kiddo definitely has a

help but laugh at her phrasing, though I

only you knew. That 'kiddo'

to put my tangled emotions into words. "I've been trying to keep things clear between us, but

had tried to set boundaries-I really had-but Dwayne never quite stayed within them. He didn't want to remain in

I expected, especially when it comes to talking about... us. And I know why. I know he's scared of hurting me. He's always so careful, always thinking ahead, like he's tiptoeing

and the weight he carried. Dwayne wasn't just Dwayne. He was someone tangled in a blood feud, someone with a story so complicated it

Their relationship was already fractured beyond repair, and the idea of stirring up that storm

was no way I could allow myself to complicate things between them any

"Too heavy. I wouldn't even know where to start explaining it all to you,

slightly, processing my vague explanation, but after a moment, she nodded, her expression softening. "Honey, you don't have to tell me everything.

for her understanding. But before I

about Jared?" she asked gently. "If Dwayne isn't the right one... does that mean you've

lips. "Mom, you just had to

took a deep breath and told her everything about me and Jared recently-well, almost everything. I left out the part about his new fiancée. I

business course and how we'd been working together, Mom raised an eyebrow. "So, you've

harder that gets. Mom, I don't know if you understand, but there's this calmness when we're aroun@each other, this sense of... peace. I don't

like his

least he

It's built on the idea that we're just coworkers, not exes. And the moment I remember who he really is-who he's been to me it all falls apart.