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

Fucking submit the papers to the court!

(JARED'S POV)

I instantly stepped on the brake pedal, reversing the car, and speeding off in the direction of the restaurant. On arrival, true to the reporter's words, the restaurant had been in a fire accident.

My heart continued to thud as I approached the crowd of people compromising the fire department, customers, and staff. I used my eyes to search for Arielle.

With each passing moment that I didn't set eyes on her, my heart clenched in my chest, as I tried not to think of the worst. When I couldn't find her in the crowd, I decided to approach any of the staff. Who knows, maybe she was absent from work today. With that feeble consolation, I approached Rebecca, whom I had spotted.

"Hey, Rebecca, are you alright?" I asked, genuinely concerned and not because I wanted information from her only.

She looked at me, surprised but nodded. "Y-yes, I'm fine, thanks."

"I'm so sorry about what happened," I said, and then glancing around, asked, "Where's Arielle?"

She looked at me like one who had asked the most incredulous question. "You're not aware?"

"Aware of what?" I asked, the dreadful feeling in my stomach returning. Oh Lord, it shouldn't be bad news.

Rebecca hesitated before speaking. "Arielle left the country a week ago."

I was taken aback. "What? Where? How?" I threw all the questions at her once.

"I'm sorry, I can't give out much information...she left on a culinary scholarship."

I paused, assimilating the information. Arielle had left the country? "How did she get the scholarship? From whom?"

eyes darted around nervously. "I'm sorry, but I really can't

please," I urged, but she

she repeated, her voice resolute but polite. With that, she turned and quickly walked

to process the news. Arielle

my car and settled in. Arielle

she left or not; we're no longer an item, after all. But still, the thought of never seeing her again,

for my phone

answered. "What's

so I decided to stop by and ensure she was okay. But surprisingly, I was told she left the country

going unnoticed, but went on regardless. "I want to know where

"Why?"

"Come on, Ash, Arielle and I are not enemies. I just want to

think you should mind your business henceforth. And it's Ashley to you, not Ash. You're not

protested, taken aback by her harsh tone. "Arielle and I are still married,

court and let her be!" Ashley yelled, and with that, she dropped the

I exclaimed, staring at my phone in shock. I hadn't seen that coming. Ashley had always been

sat back in my car, letting my mind wander. Where had Arielle gone? And why do I care so

swirling in my head, refusing to let me go. And even when I

drove home,

had left because of the divorce? Maybe she couldn't stand me and

I knew she had always wanted to advance in her career but held

stifle the thoughts. I got inside, and Sofia seemed to be waiting for

asked, a bright smile on her