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.

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

a cold feeling. Now that I have managed

address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a symbol of her

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

fear gnawed at me

want to

memories of our last conversations suddenly 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 a second thought. My heart clenched at the thought. I could

probably slam the

now? Oh she must have. What if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone

as I was hesitating, something

the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a

What if I invested?

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

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

the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a professional voice

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

other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I

I said

you, Mr. Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

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

paid 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 ensured my hair was perfectly

and modern, with an elegant

spacious, and the surrounding

lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but