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.

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

and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I have

address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I

without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride

then the familiar fear gnawed at me

want

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.

probably slam the

than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away.

I was hesitating, something caught my eye-an

it, a

What if I invested?

It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what

a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd

listed for potential investors. The phone rang

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

"We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I

I said

Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for

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

soon arrived at the restaurant, and I was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing

and the surrounding was

design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but