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?"

around and I did the same, realizing people were

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

walked to a small café just outside the campus, and once seated, I

the tension between us. "You're not

"No. I just want to know what's going

the chair. "Okay, let's get this out of the way. I wasn't stalking you, Arielle. Our meetings were

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

we 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 my straight

mute, studying his face for any sign of deception or

smile back on his

shook my

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

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

scrolled through, my skepticism began

a bit silly for being so

fated to meet," he said with

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 as I added,

stared at me for a moment before bursting into small laugh. "Then I

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

our orders. As we waited for our meal to

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

- Italy has it

past, I have always wanted to visit Italy. I had even thought of convincing Jared that we

being away for three whole years?" Dwayne suddenly

unsure

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

much to reveal. "I'm divorced," I

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,

time before the break is over. How about

yet, and going back to the academy alone

he said and led

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, feeling a little puzzled,