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

Shocking revelations.

(JARED'S POV)

I leaned in further, my ears straining to catch every word, while my eyes were fixed intently on the screen. The dim lighting of the security room seemed to fade into the background as I became completely immersed in the conversation unfolding before me. The man's reply was dismissive and it was accompanied by the wave of his hand. "Don't think so highly of yourself," he sneered. "I was only invited to the ship by its owners. Meeting you was purely coincidental."

Mrs Meyers snorted, her voice derisive. "I don't care who invited you. We agreed never to see it bump into each other ever again. And now you're here, breaking that agreement."

The man grew offended and it reflected in the coldness of his tone as it sliced through the air like a sharp knife. "Stop bringing up the past," he growled, his voice bearing a warning note. "I'm not interested in you and that girl's life. But let me remind you of something-stay away from my son. I know you've been near his branch of the company on several occasions. What are you really after? Do you still want to meet him?"

Mrs Meyers fell silent for a moment, and when her voice came up again, it was laced with bitterness and a hint of fear. "I haven't met him," she said. "Even if I wanted to, what's the problem? It's none of your business. I've only watched him from a distance which is what any good mother will do."

The man sneered again, his words filled with disdain. "Then keep it that way; watch him from a distance, and never get close," and with that, he turned around to leave.

And as he did, his face turned to the monitor, and my eyes widened in their shock, threatening to fall out of their sockets. I could barely believe my eyes. I had recognized the voice from the conversation, my brain striking a familiarity, but I shoved it aside, deciding not to ride on mere assumptions. But with the man's face revealed now, my legs felt weak and wobbly.

No, this can't be true!

My mind was racing, trying to process what I had just seen. The man on the screen was...was...I couldn't even bring myself to think about it. It was impossible. It had to be some expensive joke. But deep down, I knew it wasn't. I knew that face, that voice.

While I still reeled in shock and denial, a thought struck me like a bolt of lightning. I should confront Mrs Meyers and ask her about all that I heard. My mind was swooning with questions, and I was still unsure about the conversation, but I was certain Arielle was part of it. I wanted to know Mrs Meyers' affiliation with the man, this son that was spoken about, and Arielle's involvement in all of these.

chest. I could feel the surge of adrenaline as I made my way to the entrance of the yacht. I kept to the shadows, trying to avoid being spotted, and stopped when

braced myself for the confrontation. When Mrs Meyers finally came into view, I walked out of the darkness, startling her. She let out a small gasp, her eyes widening in surprise as she took a step back. But I remained unfazed, meeting her eyes

she said nothing, only staring at me. The silence between us was palpable, and I felt a cloud of tension

her voice measured. "I don't think I understand your

a brow, my stance unwavering. "Don't play dumb, Mrs Meyers. I saw you two

metamorphosed into anger as her eyes caught a defiant glow. "You

two have a son. So will you speak, or do I run my mouth to anyone who cares to hear? Oh that's right, how

her, but knowing how stubborn and unyielding Mrs Meyers can be, I knew getting her to talk would take extra measures. And

to know, please. What's your

"Fine, he's Arielle's father..."

*****

wobbled under me,

she ignored my shock

speak, her voice soft

and Micheal. But I didn't know he was already married. When I found out, I was furious and ran away with

with bitterness as she continued, her eyes clouding. "But when the children were just over a year old, be came to take them. He said his wife couldn't have children and wanted to take one of mine.

voice now tinged with regret. "Years later,

every nerve in my body weaken. I stared

I said, my eyes narrowing. "You said his wife

darting around before she