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?"

same, realizing people were looking our

the better part of me. What was he in

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

glinting with amusement again, as if he enjoyed the tension between us. "You're not

my arms. "No. I just want to know what's going on, and

chair. "Okay, let's get this out of the

eyebrow. "Coincidental? Maybe the previous

I was there because I stepped out 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 straight face. "And the mall?" He shrugged.

face for any sign of deception or

smile back

shook my head.

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

he took out his phone and tapped on it, before handing it to me. It was his F******k page, filled with

through, my skepticism

a bit silly for being

fated to meet," he

Don't underestimate a woman's vigilance in today's world." I crossed my arms, tilting my head as I added, "After all, you're way

small laugh. "Then I guess I owe you

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

meal to arrive, I decided to ask a question I had

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

culture, the passion - Italy has it all. And I

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 during one of our anniversaries. A bitter smile crossed my features now, I

whole years?" Dwayne suddenly asked, as if he

paused, unsure of my

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

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

as difficult to hide something from 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 nodded, his gaze softening, and smoothly

he surprised me with a suggestion. "We've still got some time before the break is over. How about we visit the museum

back to the academy alone didn't sound appealing. "Okay, sure,"

Come on," he said

"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