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.

aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the door

me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on me. "We need to

placed my hands on my hips, my tone

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

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

step closer, his voice

sudden burst of laughter tore from my 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 bleeding to death on

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

expression changed from anger to confusion, but I was not

course not," I spat.

reddened. "Arielle, stop 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. Who does that to their husband and

regained my footing quickly. "I did it for a

He

the "you wanted

such thing 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

interrupt,

stopped you from working or even engaging in anything

own

like the rest of

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

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

a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I

here right now, Jared! You have no right to be here, no right to speak to me like that! You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and our child!