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?"

and I did the same, realizing people were looking our way. "But not here,

What was he in Italy, at the same place, and at the same time

walked to a small café just outside the campus, and once seated, I wasted no time. "So, what's going on? Why are

his eyes glinting with amusement again, as if he enjoyed the tension between us. "You're not

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

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

eyebrow. "Coincidental? Maybe the previous

few days ago for food poisoning after trying out a new dish," he gave out

his face for any sign of

asked the smile back on

my head. "Not

then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wallet, flipping it open to reveal a chef's badge. "I'm a chef too, Arielle. I'm here on a scholarship as it has

to me. It was his F******k page, filled with culinary creations and

through, my skepticism began

feeling a bit silly for being so

meet,"

world." I crossed my arms, tilting my head as I added, "After all, you're way

me for a moment before bursting into small laugh. "Then I guess I owe you an

contagious, and I found myself smiling too, feeling a genuine sense of ease for the first time in

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

mean, it's thousands of miles

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

smiled; we had a lot in common. "Same here," and that statement was true. Despite using the scholarship as an avenue to get over Jared and the past, I have always wanted to visit Italy. I had even thought of convincing Jared that we visit during

three whole years?" Dwayne

unsure

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

a deep breath, finally deciding how much to reveal. "I'm divorced," I responded, and quickly added,

difficult to hide something from those piercing emerald eyes. Somehow, I felt like Dwayne saw right through me, like he could sense what had gone wrong. However, Dwayne

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

here yet, and going back to the academy alone didn't sound

on," he said and led the

me to a section 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 my attention immediately. I turned to Dwayne curiously. "I thought you meant paintings and sculptures when you