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,

but she shook her

polite. With that, she

there, confused, trying to process the news. Arielle

I dragged my feet back to my car and settled in. Arielle was gone. The thought kept ringing in my head relentlessly

or not; we're no longer an item, after all. But still, the thought of never seeing her again, ever, didn't sit well

my phone and dialed

she answered. "What's

news that they were involved in a fire accident, so

coldness of her tone not going unnoticed, but went on regardless. "I want to

"Why?"

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

no longer together, so I think you should mind your business henceforth. And it's Ashley

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

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

phone in shock. I hadn't seen that coming. Ashley had

in my car, letting my mind wander. Where had Arielle gone? And

my head, refusing to let me go. And even

drove home, my thoughts

of guilt; what if Arielle had left because of the divorce? Maybe she couldn't stand me and Sofia together and opted to leave. Had we

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

to stifle the thoughts. I

was your day?" She asked, a bright