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 and

ignored me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on

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

in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home,

change. "I have

you have a lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of

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

anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll let go

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

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

a saint after all. You hid the information about the

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

He

me the "you

pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same room and on the same bed every

to interrupt, but

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

own negligence.

like the rest

such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than any form of pain. "Jared, you're

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

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,

here right now, Jared! You have no right to be here, no right to 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