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.

the arrival of a message. It was

and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that

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

thought of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride

then the familiar fear gnawed

she even 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

the door

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

I was hesitating, something

scrolled down, noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call

What if I invested?

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

to apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never

number listed for potential

calling regarding the notice 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 the

other end responded. "We can set up a

Gray," I said

"We'll be in touch to schedule

smile crossed my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting

extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit, adjusted my tie, and

at the restaurant, and I was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an

spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in the center of the