All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

(JARED'S POV)It was another perfect day for a professional house husband.I stretched, feeling refreshed as I swung my legs off the bed. Habit had me glancing at the other side where Maverick usually curled up, but it was empty.Right. He’d been sleeping with Arielle these past few nights. Ever since those nightmares started, he hadn’t left her side.I sighed to myself. I’d grown used to his small frame tucked beside me, his soft breaths lulling me back to sleep whenever I woke during the night.Another thing that’d feel even more natural? Waking up to both him and his mother next to me.That thought earned a self-deprecating chuckle as I shuffled into my flip-flops. A man could dream, sure, but I knew better than to hope for the impossible—at least for now.Slipping my legs into my flip-flops, I began my routine for the day. Brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Cooking was something I’d gotten better at recently. I r

(ARIELLE’S POV) As I sat at my desk in my office, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me, I couldn't stop my thoughts from straying. These past few days have been of constant debate about Jared's continuous stay in my house and finally it had led me to a decision –I needed to ask him to leave. I couldn't continue living with my ex-husband; it was growing awkward and difficult with each passing day. I had planned to tell him the previous night, but just as I was about to bring it up, Dwayne's call interrupted me, and I decided to put it off until today, after work. But the more I thought about it, the more I found myself growing more and more anxious. I couldn't continue to keep up with the charade of living with him, pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't. He was making me uncomfortable with all the nice things he did, and as much as I hated to admit it, they were beginning to get to my heart. I sighed, pushing my chair back from the desk. I needed to

(JARED'S POV)After Arielle left with Nana Jean, I tried to keep up with conversing with Maverick, even though my mind kept wondering about what Nana Jean needed to say to Arielle in private.I pushed the thought aside and focused on Maverick, who was talking excitedly about how big the mansion was and how beautiful his great-granny was. I listened attentively, smiling and nodding in all the right places.But my mind kept drifting back to Arielle. Speaking of her, since our last conversation three days ago, I have tried to keep my distance. Not because I was mad at her, but because it was the best thing to do.And today, when she stepped out in that dress, my breath was swept away. She looked like she was meant to be in dresses like that always. The way the fabric hugged her curves, the way the color matched with her skin and highlighted it...I felt my heart skip a beat as I stared at her.As I remembered that after tonight, we were no longer going to be staying under the same roof, m

(JARED'S POV)My world seemed to shatter in that instant, as I stared at Dwayne's extended hand. Except that, I was not just staring at the hand; a myriad of thoughts were fighting a war in my head, too. My father—the man I’d always admired, revered as wise, disciplined, and morally steadfast—had a child with another woman, before he even married my mother?!I felt the air leave my lungs. My chest tightened. How could this be real? How could I even begin to process this? My father, the man who was supposed to be my moral compass, had a secret . This didn’t add up. None of it did.I looked up at Dwayne, searching for answers in his eyes. But his expression was calm and collected, and he gave nothing. I instantly felt a surge of anger and resentment towards this stranger, this interloper who had arrived to disrupt the family's dynamics I knew.I didn't take his hand, didn't acknowledge his greeting. Instead, I turned to my mother, my eyes blazing with questions. Poor woman, I can't ima

(Arielle’s POV)Dwayne gestured to the bench, and we both sat down, our shoulders brushing as we settled into the space between us. A heavy silence hung in the air, neither of us speaking. I didn’t want to pressure him, but being near him made me uneasy, especially when I knew he was hiding something from me.“It’s… complicated,” he said after a moment, breaking the silence.“That’s one thing about you that I’m trying to understand,” I replied. “You’re complicated, Dwayne. And I want to know why. Don’t try to fool me this time. Nana’s words...”—I shook my head—“Nana Jean’s always been good to me, but that doesn’t mean she’s completely open, especially when her own interests are involved.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “I just want to hear it all from you, yourself. If you still regard me as your friend, Dwayne.”He met my gaze, and for a brief moment, we just stared at each other. He didn’t speak, but his expression softened into that same helpless, tolerant smile, as if to say th