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.

aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and faced him.

briefly before settling back on me. "We

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

getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you know how

didn't change. "I have nothing to say to you,

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

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"

a cold, hard anger. "Show me

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

spat.

not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of

regained my footing quickly. "I did it

reason?" He sneered.

me the "you wanted the perfect time

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

interrupt, but he kept

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 our baby

your own negligence. You're

the

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 than any form of pain. "Jared, you're unbelievable!" I screamed,

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

my chest, like it was being gutted with a knife. Only that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How

You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and