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.

the arrival of a message. It

and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I

the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't

something without me, stirred something complicated in my

then the familiar fear gnawed

want to see

our last 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 a second thought. My heart clenched

the door

Oh she must have. What if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the

as I was hesitating,

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

What if I invested?

seemed absurd at first. An investment wouldn't bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what

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

the number listed

restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

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

Gray," I

receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch

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

and

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

the surrounding was

inside, I was struck by the interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right