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?"

nervously. "I'm sorry, but I

urged, but she

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

to

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

all. But still, the

reached for my phone and

she answered. "What's

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

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

"Why?"

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

but you lost that right. You two are no longer together, so I think you should mind your business henceforth. And it's Ashley to you, not Ash. You're

aback by her harsh tone. "Arielle and I

papers to the court and let her

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

car, letting my mind wander. Where had

my head, refusing to let me go. And even when I started the car's

home, my

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

always wanted

I pulled into the driveway, I did my best to stifle the thoughts. I got inside, and Sofia

day?" She asked, a bright smile on her