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.

minutes later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately

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

lay on the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage

something without me, stirred something

then the familiar fear gnawed at

even want to

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

the door in my

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

hesitating,

the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a

What if I invested?

to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it,

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

another thought, I picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The

investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady,

other end responded. "We can set up a

I said

you, Mr. Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in

I returned to work afterward, waiting for the

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

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 the restaurant's name -"A and

was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

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