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.

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

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

a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a symbol of

without me, stirred something complicated

familiar fear gnawed at me

want to

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

probably slam the

nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it, couldn't face

I was hesitating, something

noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea

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

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

up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential

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

the voice on the other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss

I said

"We'll

crossed my face as I returned

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

an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A

parking lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right