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

my curiosity got the better part of me. What was he in Italy, at the same place, and at the same time as

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

again, as if he enjoyed the tension between us. "You're not going to let me off

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

up on the chair. "Okay, let's get this out of the way. I wasn't stalking you, Arielle.

previous encounters,

out a small laugh, but I maintained my straight face. "And the mall?" He

remained mute, studying his face for any sign

smile back on his

my head.

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 always been

it, before handing it to me. It was his F******k page, filled with culinary creations

I scrolled through, my skepticism began

handed the phone back, feeling a

we were fated to meet," he said with

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

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

laughter was unexpectedly contagious, and I found myself smiling too, feeling a genuine sense of ease for the first time in what seemed like

our orders. As we waited for our meal

on the scholarship? I mean, it's thousands of miles away from your country of residence," I asked, genuinely

food, the culture, the passion - Italy has it all. And I wanted to learn from

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 bitter smile crossed my features now, I guess that's never going

how's your husband handling your being away for three whole years?" Dwayne suddenly asked, as if he knew

paused, unsure of my

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

a deep breath, finally deciding how much to reveal. "I'm divorced," I responded, and quickly added, "I don't want

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. He simply nodded, his gaze softening, and smoothly shifted

time before

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

on," he said and led

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