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?"

around nervously. "I'm sorry, but

I urged, but she

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

trying to process the

my feet back to my car and settled in. Arielle was gone. The thought kept

an item, after all. But still, the thought of never seeing

I reached for my phone and dialed Ashley's

answered. "What's

I mumbled, 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 told she left the country a week ago." "Okay, is there a problem?"

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

that coming. Ashley had always been protective of Arielle,

wander. Where

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

home, my

the divorce? Maybe

left on a culinary scholarship. Having been married to Arielle for three years, I knew she had always wanted to advance in her career but held dback because of our marriage.

driveway, I did my best to stifle the thoughts.

She asked, a bright smile on her