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

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

a dare I wasn't sure I

thought of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in

fear gnawed at

want to see

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

the door in my

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 away. I couldn't do it, couldn't face

was hesitating, something

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

What if I invested?

seemed absurd at 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,

different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd

number listed

in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my

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

I

receptionist continued. "We'll

crossed my face as I returned to work afterward,

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

sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the

parking lot was spacious, and the

interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the