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

Heaven has no fury like a woman scorned in the heart..."

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Is everything alright?" Ashley asked, noticing my sudden stillness.

I turned to face her. "It's Jared."

Her eyes widened. "What is he doing here?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

Ashley stood up, concern on her face. "Do you want to let him in?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Alright. Do you want me to stay?"

"No, I'll handle this."

She nodded, carried her meal and walked to her room. After she left, I exhaled sharply, before pulling the door open.

I almost fumbled when I met Jared's intense gaze, but I quickly got a grip on myself. I put on a blank face, completely erasing all emotions from my face. "Hi," I said, my voice icy.

Jared's unnerving gaze didn't waver, and he didn't acknowledge my greetings either. Instead, he walked past me into the house, his movements sharp and angry.

stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and faced

the room briefly before settling back on me. "We need

placed my hands on my hips, my tone

red. "About everything! About why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse

didn't change. "I have nothing to say to you,

closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so strange and unlike

remains the same after catching her husband in bed with his best friend, getting hit by a car because of them, calling and sending a text to him asking for help while almost bleeding to death on the street, but got an "I

cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll let

anger to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle? You're not

course not," I spat. "You're trying

stop acting like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information

by his words, but I regained my footing

reason?" He

And please, save me the "you wanted the perfect time

as a perfect time. You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same room and

tried to interrupt, but he kept

was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working

your own negligence. You're

like the

child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than

"I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty

a knife. Only that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift

to be here, no right to speak to me like that! You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying on the street! Get out!" "Arielle, tune it down," he pleaded, trying to hold me but I