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?"

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

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

a small café just outside the campus, and once seated, I wasted no time. "So,

his eyes glinting with amusement again, as if he enjoyed the tension between us. "You're not going to let me off

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

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

Maybe the previous encounters, but not

met at the hospital garden, 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

for any sign of deception or

He asked the smile back

shook my head.

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

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

I scrolled through, my skepticism began

back, feeling a bit

fated to meet,"

couldn't help but mutter, "Hey, this is more like a serial killer chasing after his victim to me okay? Don't underestimate a woman's vigilance in today's world." I crossed my arms, tilting my head

bursting into small laugh. "Then I guess I owe you an

too, feeling a genuine sense of ease for the first

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

of miles away from your country of residence," I asked, genuinely

food, the culture, the passion - Italy has it all.

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 during one of our anniversaries. A bitter smile crossed my features now, I guess that's

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

unsure of my

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

"I'm divorced," I responded, and quickly added, "I don't want

stranger, but it was just 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

a suggestion. "We've still got some time

and going back to the academy alone didn't sound appealing. "Okay, sure," I agreed. "I guess we're not

Come on," he said

in delicate displays. The vibrant colors and details of their