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?"

sorry,

urged, but she

her voice resolute but polite.

there, confused, trying to process the

my car and settled in. Arielle was gone. The thought kept ringing in

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

reached for my phone and

she answered. "What's

workplace; I heard in the news that they were involved in a fire accident, so I decided to stop by and ensure she was okay. But surprisingly, I

paused, the sudden coldness of her tone not going unnoticed, but went on regardless. "I

"Why?"

are not enemies. I just want to know how she's doing and why she

together, so I think you should

protested, taken aback by her harsh

and let her be!" Ashley yelled,

my phone in shock. I hadn't seen that coming. Ashley had always been protective of

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

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

home,

I had an underlying feeling of guilt; what if Arielle had left because of the divorce? Maybe she couldn't stand me and Sofia together

knew she had always wanted to advance in her career but held dback because of our marriage. Who knows, our divorce might have provided her with

did my best to stifle the

a bright smile on