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

She needed nothing fron him.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

After having lunch, Ashley and I engaged in a conversation. While at it, a knock sounded on the door.

"Who's it?" I asked, looking in its direction.

"Receptionist," a voice replied.

Ashley and I exchanged glances before I responded, "come in."

The receptionist walked in, holding two bags. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her mission in the room was.

But before I could ask, she said, "These are for you, ma'am."

Confusion formed a cloud on my face. "For me? I think you might be mistaken because I don't remember ordering for something." And then I turned to Ashley, "Did you make an order?"

"Of course not."

for you, Ma,"

bag, to Ashley. Noticing my reluctance, Ashley beckoned to the lady to bring the bags over. As she handed them to Ashley, I noticed a card

I realized it was from Jared. Swiftly, I put the card away, and I turned to the receptionist, my voice firm. "Didn't I say I didn't want to see him? How come I have a package from him?" The receptionist shifted uncomfortably on one foot. "I denied him access,

didn't want anything from Jared, especially not now. "Do you need the bags?" I asked the

aback. "No, I...mean,

voice growing firmer. "You can have them if you'd

then conflicted. But she finally nodded,

without bothering to look inside. She accepted

I

gifts bring back my child or heal my waist?" I said, seething with anger. "I don't blame him. He's always been that way; always getting gifts

wanted was to rant without interruption. Minutes later, when I could feel my anger simmering down, I turned to Ashley. "I need to speak to

"The divorce process."

isn't that a bit too early? I mean, I'm not against you divorcing him, I'm just saying you should focus on

process from the hospital here, and by the time I've been discharged, I'll be

in resignation. "Alright. You can speak

decided, we returned to our