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

Goodbye, beach house

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Everyone partied hard, and the party went on and on. The music was loud, the dance energetic, and the atmosphere charged. I took turns in dancing with everyone and it was a fun experience.

In between, I had asked for Maverick to be tucked into bed. He might be surrounded by adults, but it didn't make him any less a child. Jared had volunteered to escort him to his room, and Maverick had gladly gone with his Dad.

And hours later, just like everything that has a beginning has an end, the party came to an end in the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted and drained, everyone retired to their cabins. I collapsed on my bed the moment I got into my room, my body numb from all the activities. And the instant I stretched out on the bed, a blissful sleep enveloped me.

I didn't know how long I slept, but I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the little outlets in the window. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and a glance at the clock showed it was noon. I gasped, how did I sleep this long? I felt a little drowsy, but as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I started to feel better and alert.

Still in that position, there was a gentle knock and the door went open. Maverick stepped in, and his face instantly broke out in delight when he spotted me. He broke out in a run, plopping on the bed beside me. "Hey, Mommy. Finally, you're awake."

He was dressed in a fresh set of clothes, and his hair was combed neatly. I smiled, feeling grateful about how well taken care of he was.

"Hi, baby. Yes, I'm awake. Did you sleep well?' I asked, running my grand through his hair, careful not to ruin it.

He bobbed his head up and down. "Yes, I did. Did you sleep well, Mommy?"

I nodded, smiling. "I did."

And then a smug smile appeared on his lips, the type he had on whenever he was privy to information. I looked at him suspiciously. "What is it? Come on, spill it."

His grin grew wider. "I know the age you turned, Mommy," he said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

his words. I had thought it was something important. But then,

breath, puffing out his chest with pride. "You turned 30,"

knitted in a frown, he got it right. He didn't sound like he was guessing, he sounded so sure, like someone told him. "That's right, baby, mommy turned

tray. "I did," she said with a sly smile. "While you were having your beauty sleep, your little man wouldn't

burst into laughter, throwing a pillow at her. "Silly girl, 30 is not old.

eyebrow, dodging the pillow.

tray on the table close

the birthday girl say?" I said the

now, birthday girl, even though your birthday is past now. You have to get into the bathroom, brush, shower, get dressed, and come have breakfast/brunch. Everyone is up

sadness. I didn't want the celebration to end. Call me selfish,

you miss your restaurant and

the bed. "You didn't have to remind me that this whole fantasy life is over and I'm about to go back

two days away from work and you've grown

throw a pillow at

the bathroom, feeling

for the amazing experience I had.

and privacy I made sure to double-check that wasn't leaving anything behind or taking anything that

what I wanted. Minutes later, I was done eating. I placed the tray on the table where the domestic staff could easily spot it. Afterward, I grabbed my bag and, casting one last look at

everyone at the yacht's lounge. They all beamed at me as I approached, and a warm feeling licked down my

comes the birthday girl!" Margaux

of nostalgia wash over me. I was going to miss this place, and I was going to miss having everyone who made this experience special,

anytime. If you need somewhere to go for a getaway, our beach house is open to you," Mrs Harrison said, beaming. "Thank you so much. I

goodbyes, Jared, who had been watching in silence, approached me. I was surprised to still see him here as I had