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?"

explain," and then he turned around and I did the same, realizing people were looking our way.

the better part of me. What was he in Italy, at the same place, and at the same time as me? I nodded.

seated, I wasted

his eyes glinting with amusement again, as if he enjoyed the

want to know what's going on,

chair. "Okay, let's get this out of the way. I wasn't stalking you, Arielle. Our meetings were purely

eyebrow. "Coincidental? Maybe the previous encounters,

out to get some fresh 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

mute, studying his face for any sign

He asked the smile

my head. "Not

a chef's badge. "I'm a chef too, Arielle. I'm here

he took out his phone and tapped on it, before handing it to me. It was his F******k page, filled with culinary creations and cooking

scrolled through, my skepticism began to

feeling a bit silly

were fated to meet," he

arms, tilting my head as I added, "After all, you're way too suspicious. Let's be real, I'm not narcissistic enough to believe that a handsome fox would follow

into small laugh. "Then I guess I owe you an apology... for

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

we waited for our meal to arrive, I decided to

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

- Italy

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 one of our anniversaries. A

years?" Dwayne suddenly asked,

paused, unsure of my

sorry if I struck a chord," he quickly added. "I don't mean to pry, it's just that your Mom mentioned you were married that

how much to reveal. "I'm divorced," I responded, and

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 didn't push further.

"We've still got some time before

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

he said and

arranged in delicate displays. The vibrant colors and details of their wings