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.

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

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

me like a dare I

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

familiar fear

she even want

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 a second thought. My heart clenched at the thought. I could already imagine her reaction if I

the door in my

than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation,

I was hesitating, something

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

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 I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support her

under a different name,

picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The

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

set up a meeting

Gray," I

Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll

my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting

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

in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A

was spacious, and the surrounding was

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,