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.

audacity. I shut the door and faced him. "What

briefly before settling back on

my hips, my

access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce

didn't change. "I have nothing to say

his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're

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"

a cold, hard 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?

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

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

I regained my footing quickly. "I did it

He

the "you

You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove

tried to interrupt, but he

stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So yes,

own

like the rest of

believe my ears. Was 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

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

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

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