Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Fated to meet you.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I had arrived in Italy and settled in, although the first week was a maze of orientation and waiting for students who had delays in arrival, to arrive. The academy provided accommodations, but I chose to stay outside campus due to my pregnant state. I got a decent apartment and spent the week touring the city, registering for antenatal in a hospital, and keeping in touch with Mom and Ashley.

But none of it filled the emptiness gnawing inside me. Late at night, when the city was quiet and my thoughts drifted back to Jared and the child I had lost, I felt the weight of it all. I tried hard to stay distracted, burying myself in activities so I wouldn't have to remember those painful memories.

Classes finally began, and during a break, I stepped out for some fresh air. As I made my way through the courtyard, my heart skipped a beat.

A familiar figure caught my eye-broad shoulders, tall frame, dark hair... My breath hitched. Jared?

But when he turned around, I immediately knew I was wrong when seeing that drowning emerald green eyes.

It was Dwayne.

I stumbled backward by the impact of the collision, shocked.

"D... Dwayne?" I called, eyes widened.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes locked with mine. "Hi, Arielle." The light breeze tousled his hair, and there was something about his easy charm that made it hard to look away.

My surprise quickly morphed into suspicion. "What are you doing here?" I asked, taking a step backward.

"I know you're surprised-" he said, taking a step closer.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked, trying to process the unexpected encounter.

He sighed. "No, Arielle, I'm not stalking you."

I narrowed my eyes. "Then how are you here? At the same academy, in the same city?"

"I'm a student here, too."

My eyes dimmed. "What? How is that possible?"

did the same, realizing people were looking our

hesitated, unsure if I should trust him. But my curiosity got the better part of me. What was he in Italy, at the same place, and at the same time

and once seated, I wasted no time. "So,

glinting with amusement again, as if he enjoyed the tension

arms. "No. I just want to know what's going on, and

on the chair. "Okay, let's get this out of the way.

"Coincidental? Maybe the previous

air. I was admitted a few days ago for food poisoning after trying out a new dish," he gave out a small laugh, but I maintained my straight face. "And the mall?" He shrugged. "I was shopping for ingredients for my cooking class. Karaoke night? Just an

face for any sign of

He asked the smile back on his

shook my head. "Not

and pulled out a small wallet, flipping it open to reveal a chef's badge. "I'm a

it, before handing it to

I scrolled through, my skepticism

the phone back, feeling a

fated to meet," he said

this is more like a serial killer chasing after his victim to me okay? Don't underestimate a woman's vigilance in today's world." I crossed my arms, tilting

laugh. "Then I guess I owe you

a genuine sense of ease for the first time in what seemed

placed our orders. As we waited for our meal to arrive, I decided to ask a question I had been

made you take on the scholarship? I mean, it's thousands of miles away from your country of residence,"

the passion - Italy has it all. And I wanted to learn

wanted to visit Italy. I had even thought of convincing Jared that we visit during one of our

your being away for three whole years?" Dwayne suddenly asked, as if he knew what I was

unsure of

he quickly added. "I don't mean to pry, it's just that your Mom mentioned

took a deep breath, finally deciding how much to reveal. "I'm divorced,"

felt like Dwayne saw right through me, like he could sense what had gone wrong. However, Dwayne didn't push

surprised me with a suggestion. "We've still got some time before

it. I didn't have any friends here yet, and going back to the academy alone didn't sound appealing. "Okay, sure," I agreed. "I guess we're not doing just lunch

Smart. Come on," he

labeled "Butterfly Diorama." Butterflies of various species, in different stages of their lives, were arranged in delicate displays. The vibrant colors and details of their wings caught