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.

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

and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now

with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage

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

then the familiar fear gnawed

even want to see

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 a second thought. My heart clenched at the thought. I could already imagine her reaction if I showed up

probably slam the door in my

I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put

I was hesitating, something

name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders.

What if I invested?

needed. But what if... what if I could

but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never have to

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

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

the voice on the other end responded. "We can set up a

Gray," I

"We'll be

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

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

look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I

and the surrounding

struck by the interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork