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?"

turned around and I did the same, realizing people were looking

my curiosity got the better part of me. What was he in Italy,

just outside the campus, and once seated, I wasted no time.

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

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

get this out of the way. I wasn't stalking

an eyebrow. "Coincidental? Maybe the previous encounters, but not this one. Try

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

his face for any sign

He asked the smile back on

my head.

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 always been my

phone and tapped on it, before handing it to me. It was

scrolled through, my skepticism

the phone back, feeling a bit silly

were fated to meet," he said with a

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

small laugh. "Then I

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

orders. As we waited for our meal to

it's thousands of miles away from your country of

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

wanted

husband handling your being away for three whole years?" Dwayne suddenly asked,

paused, unsure of my

if I struck a chord," he quickly added. "I don't mean to pry,

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

Dwayne saw right through me, like he

time before the break is over. How about we

going back to the academy alone didn't

Smart. Come on," he said and led

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