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.

minutes later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It

and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now

dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept.

thriving, building something without me, stirred something

familiar fear gnawed at me

she even want to see

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 already imagine her reaction if I

probably slam the

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

I was hesitating, something

restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a

What if I invested?

I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if,

to apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden.

listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a

new restaurant," I said, keeping my

set

I said

the receptionist continued. "We'll be in

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

good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore

was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I guess the initials stood for aname or

the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork