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.

was taken aback, stunned by his audacity. I

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

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

why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and

"I have nothing to say to

a lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you

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 an "I don't care. Sort yourself" response. Loses her baby as a result, and risked never being able to walk again? Tell

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

was not

course not," I spat. "You're

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

but I regained my footing quickly. "I

reason?" He

me the "you wanted the

to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same

to interrupt, but he

much as Sofia and I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So yes, Arielle

your own

like the rest

Jared really turning the tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more

stoic. "I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just as

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

speak to me like that! You, who 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 hold me but