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

me, his eyes scanning the room briefly

hips, my tone sarcastic.

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

stance didn't change. "I have nothing to

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

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

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

but I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle? You're not making

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 my child from me. Who does that to their husband

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

reason?" He

please, save me the "you wanted the perfect

nonsense. There's no such thing as a perfect time. You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove

to interrupt,

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 Smith, you lost

own negligence.

like the rest

my child in such a manner and being blamed for it

"I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in

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

family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when