Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 150

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The rest of the dinner passed in an uneasy silence, heavy and suffocating.

I focused on my plate, determined to avoid Jared’s gaze and suppress the memories threatening to rise.

It was the scene—the warmth of a family dinner, the kind of moment I’d once dreamed of—that had unraveled me. My defenses had cracked under the weight of it. I couldn’t let it happen again. I wouldn’t.

This should have been a reminder of what I could have had back then and a stark warning of what I now needed to protect.

About twenty minutes later, Jared excused himself, leaving me alone with Maverick.

I stayed, absentmindedly picking at the food as Maverick watched me with his curious, innocent eyes.

“Mom?” His soft voice pulled me from the tangle of my thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why don’t you talk to Daddy?” he asked, his tone careful but direct. “Did I do something wrong? Is it the food? Did it make you unhappy?”

His question hit me like a punch to the gut. I forced a smile, even as my heart ached. “No, sweetheart. Nothing is wrong. Don’t think like that. Mommy’s just tired from work, that’s all.”

He studied me for a moment, stealing a glance as though trying to gauge the truth. I couldn’t help but smile at his persistence. My boy. The one constant source of joy in my life.

“Alright, dinner’s done for you, champ,” I said, softening my tone. “Go play with your Legos. Mommy will join you soon.”

He beamed at me, nodded, and left the table quietly.

But the silence didn’t last.

Jared returned moments later, clearing plates without a word. His presence unsettled me, but his gesture wasn’t offensive. It was kind. Maybe too kind.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.

He paused, glancing at me. “Do what?”

I frowned, my patience already worn thin. “This. All of it. The chores, the dinner. None of this is necessary. I have staff for a reason. And if this is some misguided attempt to change my opinion of you, save it. It’s not working. It only makes things worse—for everyone, especially Maverick.”

Jared’s jaw tightened. His gaze darkened, a flicker of hurt crossing his face before his voice came, low and restrained. “Is it everyone… or just you?”

His words struck a nerve, and I bristled.

“Do you always have to spoil everything?” His voice was quiet but sharp. “I made a mistake—one I regret every single day. Does that mean I can’t ever do anything right? I wasn’t trying to impress you, Arielle. I’m just trying to make my son happy.”

Anger surged, hot and bitter. I clenched my fists under the table, my voice trembling as I retorted, “Make him happy? Or make yourself feel better? Where were you for the past three years, Jared? Do you even understand what it’s like? I’ve had to be everything—mother, father, provider. And now, you think a few meals and chores will fix that?”

The words spilled out before I could stop them, my voice rising with the frustration I’d buried for so long.

Jared’s face fell, his expression etched with regret and something deeper—something raw that made my chest tighten.

Neither of us spoke after that. The room grew cold, and I busied myself with the dishes, refusing to look his way.

When I finally retreated to my bedroom, a soft word followed me as I left.

“Sorry.”

I paused at the door, his voice lingering in the air. For a moment, I almost turned back.

But I didn’t. I walked away, without looking at him.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured, silently.

An hour later, I was lost in sketching new decoration ideas for my restaurant when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A smile crept onto my face as I saw the caller ID—Dwayne.

“Hey, dude,” I said, answering with a playful tone.

“Hi, ostrich,” he teased, his deep voice carrying a warmth that always made me feel lighter. “What’s up? You took forever to pick up. Busy burying your head in the sand?”

“Busy with my ‘great cause,’” I shot back, emphasizing the words with mock gravity. “Trying to fix something for myself, if you must know.”

There was a soft chuckle on the other end. “Should I be worried? Or should I start packing my bags to help you run A&M? I’ve heard about your ‘great cause’ all the way in Italy, boss.”

“Oh, please. Don’t start with that,” I said, though his praise tugged a smile out of me.

Dwayne let out a sigh. “I’m just saying, if you ever need backup in New York, you know where to find me.”