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.

indicating the arrival of a message. It was

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

at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new

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

the familiar fear gnawed

she even want

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 signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without

probably slam the door in my

than a distant memory,

I was hesitating, something caught

Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root

What if I invested?

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

apply, but under a different name,

and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice

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

"We can set up a meeting

Gray," I

"We'll

face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for the D-day to

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

look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an

the surrounding was impeccably

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 what caught my attention. Right in the center of the restaurant, above the main bar,