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.

beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address

over the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling.

me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept.

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

familiar fear gnawed at me

she even want

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

the door

memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life?

was hesitating, something caught

Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it,

What if I invested?

answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support her

but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden.

number listed

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

end responded. "We can set up a

Gray," I

receptionist continued. "We'll

my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for

long anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance.

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

was spacious, and the

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