Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 109

(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.

A few minutes later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address of Arielle's restaurant.

I went over the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I have managed to get the address, what next?

My phone lay on the desk, with the 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 independence.

The thought of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in my chest—pride tangled with regret.

But then the familiar fear gnawed at me again.

Would she even want to see me?

The 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 already imagine her reaction if I showed up at her doorstep.

She’d probably slam the door in my face.

What if she hated me 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 away. I couldn't do it, couldn't face her.

Then, as I was hesitating, something caught my eye—an advertisement.

I scrolled down, noticing the name of Arielle’s restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root in my mind.