MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE novel Chapter 105

(JARED'S POV)

I blinked and went over the headline again, ensuring I was not reading wrong. But the words did not go away. They were there, as bold as ever.

Then I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the picture below, and my breath hitched. It was her. Arielle.

The same lady at the airport.

The same lady in Ashley's car. Little wonder I was drawn to her earlier in the traffic.

How could I be so blind?

Twice, in just a few days. At the airport, where I had felt that strange pull but brushed it off. In the car, where I tried to catch a glimpse, but she vanished before I could truly see her. Both times, I had let her slip away.

The realization hit me like a ton of hot breaks, shattering my heart. How could tease fate trade me like this?

I had thought I'd never see her again. But here she was.

I stared at her picture, my heart pounding. Arielle. Back in town. Successful. Famous, even.

Her name was splashed across the article, announcing her as the new ambassador chef for Italy’s most prestigious restaurant chain, with a branch in New York. I felt an odd surge of pride, but it was quickly drowned by a flood of emotions I couldn’t name.

I scanned the article, my hands shaking slightly. There was something different about her—her eyes, once so warm and open, now carried a fierce intensity that sent a chill through me. What had happened to her? What had turned the woman I once knew into this... unstoppable force? I couldn’t stop the questions from piling up in my mind.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and dialed my investigator. He picked up almost immediately, as if waiting for my call.

“I need everything you can dig up on her,” I said, the urgency thick in my voice.

"Already on it, Sir as I figured you'd ask for information on that. But what specifically are you looking for?"

"Everything," I reiterated. "Hee life since she left, her accomplishments, her relationships... Everything."

"Got it. I'll send you a comprehensive report ASAP."

I hung up, but the restlessness didn’t leave me. My heart raced, caught between fear and something I couldn’t define. What if she had moved on? What if... she had married someone else?

I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to stifle the dull throb, but it only intensified as I remembered the boy at the airport. That boy with her same eyes. I hadn’t thought much of him at first, but now... the pieces began to fit together with a cruel kind of logic. Was he hers?