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?"

people were looking our way. "But not here, over lunch. I owe you

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. But

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

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

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

let's get this out of the way.

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

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 evening to unwind, and I spotted you, so

mute, studying his face for any sign

He asked the smile

my head. "Not

pocket and pulled out a small wallet, flipping it open to reveal a

and tapped on it, before handing it to me.

I scrolled through, my skepticism

feeling a

to meet," he said with a

woman's vigilance in today's world." I crossed my arms, tilting my

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

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

our orders. As we waited for our meal to arrive, I decided to ask a question

thousands of miles away from your country of residence," I

passion - Italy has it all.

as an avenue to get over Jared and the past, I have always wanted to visit

for three whole years?" Dwayne

unsure of

mean to pry, it's

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

admit anything in front of a 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

a suggestion. "We've still got some time before the break is over. How about

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

he

at the museum, and Dwayne guided me 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