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.

taken aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and faced him.

briefly before settling back

my tone

in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your

didn't change. "I have nothing to say

a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this

lips, mixed with fury and bitterness. "Is that it? Now tell me, Jared, who 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

laughter died down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll let go of

to confusion, but I was not buying

not," I spat.

after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband

a stung by his words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I did it for a

reason?" He

save me the "you wanted the perfect time

me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work.

interrupt, but he

are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So yes, Arielle Smith,

own negligence.

like the rest

really turning the tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than any form of pain. "Jared, you're unbelievable!" I screamed, tears glistening in my

You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just as

heart twisted in my chest, like it was being gutted with a knife. Only that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I felt a

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,