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.

still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It

the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that

at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the

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

fear gnawed at me

want to

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 in

What if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing

was hesitating, something caught my

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

What if I invested?

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

different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never have

the number listed for potential investors.

the notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

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

Gray," I

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

my face as I returned

good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit, adjusted my tie, and ensured my hair

an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A

lot was spacious, and the surrounding

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