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?"

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

trust him. But my curiosity got the better part of me. What was he in Italy, at the

walked to a small café just outside the campus, and once seated,

if he enjoyed the

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

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

the previous encounters, but

trying out a new dish," he gave out a

studying his face for any sign

the smile back on

my head. "Not

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

it to me. It was his F******k

I scrolled through, my skepticism began to

a bit silly for being

to meet,"

in today's world." I crossed my arms, tilting my head

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

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

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

thousands of miles away from

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

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

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

unsure of my

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

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

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

some time before the break is over. How

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

arranged in delicate displays. The vibrant colors and details of