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?"

me explain," and then he turned around and I did the same, realizing people were looking our way. "But not here, over lunch. I owe you

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

campus, and once seated, I wasted no time. "So,

enjoyed the tension between us. "You're not going to

what's going on, and why

this out of the

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

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 my straight face. "And the mall?" He shrugged. "I was shopping

studying his face for

the smile back on his

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

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

through, my skepticism began to

feeling a bit silly for being

fated to meet," he said with a

to me okay? 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 too suspicious. Let's be real, I'm not narcissistic enough to believe that a handsome fox would follow me for

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

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

As we waited for our meal

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

food, the culture, the passion - Italy has it all. And I wanted to learn from the

true. Despite using the scholarship as an avenue to get over Jared and the past, I have always wanted

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

paused, unsure of my

pry, it's just that your Mom mentioned you were

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

Dwayne saw right through me,

some time before the break is over. How about we

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

Smart. Come on," he said and led

to a section labeled "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 and sculptures when you said art museum?" I said,