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?"

around and I did the same, realizing people

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 as me?

seated, I wasted no

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

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

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

the previous encounters, but not this one. Try

gave out a small laugh, but I maintained my straight face. "And the mall?" He shrugged. "I was shopping for ingredients for my

his face for any sign of deception

He asked the smile back

shook my

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 my

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

scrolled through, my skepticism began to

back, feeling a bit silly for

fated to meet," he said with

arms,

at me for a moment before bursting into small laugh. "Then I

too, feeling a genuine sense of ease for the first time in what

meal to arrive,

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

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

Jared and the past, I have always wanted to visit Italy. I

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

paused, unsure of

pry, it's just that your Mom mentioned you were married that

to reveal. "I'm divorced," I responded, and quickly added, "I don't want to talk about

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. He simply

still got some time

I didn't have any friends here yet, and going back to the academy alone didn't sound appealing. "Okay, sure,"

Come on," he said and led the

arrived at the museum, and Dwayne guided 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.