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.

by his audacity. I shut the door and

briefly before settling back on

on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really?

me access 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

didn't change. "I have

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

them, calling and sending a text to him asking for help while almost bleeding to death on the street, but got an "I don't care.

died down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I

confusion, but I was not buying it.

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

like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of

a stung by his words, but I regained

reason?" He sneered.

And please, save me the "you wanted the 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 on the same bed every day, and

interrupt,

were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in

own

like the rest of

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

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

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

like that! You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying