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.

I and Sofia. Of course, she had every right to be angry which is why I

And oh, I know what I saw. You, Jared, left

was not doing what you thought I was doing with Sofia. It's just a misconception that I need to correct.

make your favorite, and was welcomed by the sight of you

sank at

returned home

finally explained why she

shouldn't have accepted the alcohol from Sofia, that way I wouldn't have been dizzy and drunk, and

for her hand, but she flinched like my touch could

never called me endearing names, it was always Arielle. Stick to that.

blinked in confusion. "I don't

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 difficult to give

didn't bother asking who it was she

eyelash even

glaring that you

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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

"Arielle-"

a priority while hers were. I should have known, and stopped fighting. Should have known that your love would always be with her, and maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have lost it. I wouldn't have lost the one thing that would have filled in the gap your absence created. I was