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 way. "But not here, over

of me. What was he in Italy, at the same place, and at the same time as

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

the tension between us. "You're not going

want to know what's going on, and why you're at every place

this out of the way. I wasn't stalking you, Arielle. Our meetings were

an eyebrow. "Coincidental? Maybe the previous encounters,

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

for any sign of

the smile back

shook my head.

reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wallet, flipping it open to reveal a chef's badge. "I'm a chef

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

my skepticism began to

phone back, feeling a bit silly for being so

fated to meet,"

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

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

smiling too, feeling a

waited for our meal to arrive, I decided to ask

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

passion - Italy has

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

three whole years?" Dwayne suddenly asked, as if he knew

paused, unsure of

a chord," he quickly added. "I don't mean to pry, it's

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

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

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

any friends here yet, and going back to the academy alone didn't sound appealing. "Okay, sure," I agreed.

he

"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 to Dwayne curiously. "I thought you meant paintings