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.

phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and

a cold feeling.

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

of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated

the familiar fear gnawed at

want

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

probably slam the door

hated me now? Oh she must have. What if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory,

hesitating,

down, noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root in

What if I invested?

the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could

going to apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity

up my phone and dialed the number listed

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

course," the voice on the other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I

I

"We'll be in touch to schedule a

I returned

it was finally 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 physical appearance.

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

lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured

furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in the