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.

I

eyes scanning the room briefly before settling

my hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About what

to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you know how humiliating all of that

"I have nothing to

to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're

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

hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear,

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

I spat.

acting like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me.

I regained

He sneered.

the "you

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

to interrupt, but

I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So

own

the rest of

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

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

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

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