Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

She was pregnant.

(JARED'S POV)

I arrived at the hospital, and hurried into the reception area. A lady was behind the counter and I quickly stated my mission there.

"Hold on, i'll check through the records," the lady said pulling out a large book from a drawer.

I nodded and rapped my fingers impatiently on the marble surface of the counter while she went through the book.

"Yes, an Arielle Smith was brought in yesterday. Accident case and she's in room 95 on wing C, second floor of the hospital..."

That was all I needed to hear as I briefly thanked the lady before hurrying off. I got into the elevator and punched in two and it rode up. I alighted when it got to the floor and beckoned a nurse for direction. She was responsive, and armed with the information, I made my way to the room.

I soon arrived, and stopped in front of the door with number 95 on it. I clasped my hands together, unsure of what to expect. But I pushed the door anyway, and stepped into the room.

Seated on the bed conversing with Ashley, was Arielle. Inadvertently, I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that both women were fine. It was just 24hrs, but it felt like I had not seen my wife in months.

My gaze fleeting swept over her appearance and my chest tightened. She was in a blue pale hospital gown that accentuated her pale look. There were bright purple bruises on her arms and scratches on her cheeks, and her hair was tousled. Over all, she looked sick. "Arielle?" I called, cautiously approaching her. The look on her face when I first walked in was of surprise, but now, it was unreadable. Stoic. Cold.

"My goodness, I'm glad you're fine. I was so worried," I rambled, rushing to hold her, but her reaction was unexpected. It threw me off balance.

"What do you want?" she snapped, swiftly throwing my hands off her.

saw I and Sofia. Of course, she had every right to be angry which is why I have to explain to her that what she saw was not what it appeared to be. "Look, Arielle, things are not

you came all the way just to tell me lies and justify your cheating ass. And oh, I know what I saw.

I was not doing what you thought I was doing with Sofia.

done is tell me lies. To think I returned home early just to make your favorite, and was welcomed by the sight of you making out with another woman on our matrimonial bed. I would rather not see you, or

heart sank at

returned home to

finally explained why she

the alcohol from Sofia, that way I wouldn't have been dizzy and drunk, and Arielle wouldn't have seen what she saw. Wouldn't have gotten into

hand, but

call me that. You never called me endearing names, it was always

in confusion. "I don't think

I know our marriage wasn't exactly about love, and I didn't push for it, even though I wanted it. I was okay with your respect and loyalty, but still, they were

who it was she was referring to because I

batted an eyelash

that you still loved her.

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your, "she's just a friend, mantra. I wanted to live in denial, clinging to the false hope that I just had to put in more efforts to make our marriage work. But she frustrated all my efforts, and do you know what hurts the most, you, Jared, abated it!" Arielle screamed.

"Arielle-"

were. I should have known, and stopped fighting. Should have known that your love would always be with her, and maybe, just