Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

A potential shareholder.

(JARED'S POV)

My phone rang, breaking the silence in my office. I glanced at the screen to see my investigator's name flashing. "Talk to me," I answered. "Do you have an update?"

"Yes, I do," he replied and hesitated.

"Go on," I urged.

"Unfortunately, I was unable to trail her to her house. She noticed I was following her and she made me lose her."

My jaw clenched and my grip on the phone tightened. "Is all you do is give excuses?" I snapped.

"Calm down, Sir. Please, hear me out," he pleaded.

I exhaled, forcing myself to remain silent and let him continue.

"I was unable to follow her to her house as planned yesterday, but I managed to get the address of her restaurant."

"Her restaurant?" I repeated, my interest piqued.

"Yes, she's building her restaurant, and it's opening next week."

I sat up straight on the chair now. "Send me the address."

After the call ended, I reclined back on my chair, lost in thought. Arielle was not just back; she was setting up her own restaurant? Wow, this woman was just so full of surprises.

a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the

a cold feeling. Now that I have managed to get the address,

like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a symbol

building something without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride

the familiar fear gnawed at

even want

conversations suddenly swirled in my mind. It's been three years and I never had the courage to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without

the door in

long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the

hesitating, something caught

in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea

What if I invested?

I needed. But what if... what if

but under a different name,

up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a

calling regarding the notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in learning more about

end responded. "We can set up a

Gray," I

receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch

crossed my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for the D-day to

was finally the long anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to

was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign

was spacious, and the surrounding was

designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in the center of the restaurant, above