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

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

hips, my

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

"I have nothing

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

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 the street, but got

behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman,

anger to confusion, but I was not

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

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

stung by his words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I

reason?" He sneered.

save me the "you wanted the perfect

You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove

tried to interrupt, but he kept

stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So yes, Arielle Smith, you lost our baby

your own negligence.

the

turning the tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and

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

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 blinding fury

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,"