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.

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

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

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

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

"I have nothing to say to

Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude

burst of laughter tore from my lips, mixed with fury 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

behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear,

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

spat. "You're trying to evade

acting 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 and the father of their

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

He sneered.

please, save me the "you

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 you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same room and on the same bed every day, and you still didn't tell

I tried to interrupt,

aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working

own

the rest of

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

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

that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me?

Get out of 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