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?"

and then he turned around and I did the same, realizing people were looking our way. "But not

hesitated, unsure 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? I nodded. "Fine.

and once seated, I wasted no time. "So, what's going

as if he enjoyed the

my arms. "No. I just want to know what's

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

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

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 was shopping for ingredients for my cooking class. Karaoke night? Just an

his face for any sign of

asked the smile back on his

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

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

my skepticism began to

the phone back, feeling a bit silly for being

were fated to meet," he said

arms, tilting my head as I

into small laugh. "Then I

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

placed our orders. As we waited for our meal

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

- Italy

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 to happen

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

unsure of my

to pry, it's just that your Mom mentioned you were married that day at the

deep breath, finally deciding how much to reveal. "I'm divorced," I responded, and quickly added,

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

a suggestion. "We've still got some time

back to the academy alone didn't sound

on," he said and led the

and details of their wings caught my attention immediately. I turned to Dwayne curiously. "I thought you meant paintings and sculptures when