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 I immediately opened it. It was

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

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

of her thriving, building something without me,

then the familiar fear gnawed

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

probably slam the door in my

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

was hesitating,

Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately,

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 if... what if I could help her? What if,

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

listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a professional voice

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

can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I get

I said

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

face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for

extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it

was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I guess the initials stood for

spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

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 in the center of the restaurant, above the main bar,