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

scanning the room briefly before settling back on me.

hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

"About everything! About why you denied 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 you know how humiliating all

"I have nothing

took a step closer, his voice rising.

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

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

was

spat. "You're

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

I regained my footing quickly. "I did

reason?" He

me? And please, save me the "you wanted the perfect

tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I

interrupt, but he

I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything

your own negligence. You're

like the rest of

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

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

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 surge through me, and before I knew it, I was

family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying on the street! Get out!" "Arielle,