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?"

"I'm sorry, but I really can't say

I urged, but

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

to process the news. Arielle

and settled in. Arielle was gone. The thought kept ringing in my head relentlessly like a

care if she left or not; we're no longer an item, after all.

reached for my

answered. "What's

going straight to the point. "So I stopped at Arielle'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 was

coldness of her tone not going unnoticed, but went on regardless. "I want to know where she left to, and if

"Why?"

and I are not enemies. I

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

Ashley," I protested, taken aback by her harsh tone.

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

coming. Ashley had always been protective of Arielle, but this was on another

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 started the

home, my thoughts

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 and opted to leave. Had we driven her away? I

to Arielle for three years, I knew she had always

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

asked, a bright