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

the room briefly before

my hands on my hips, my

"About everything! About why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all,

stance didn't change. "I have

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

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,

"Show me that one woman, and I

changed from anger to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text,

not," I spat. "You're

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

words, but I regained my footing

reason?" He

me the "you wanted the perfect time

news to me" 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,

interrupt,

sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging

your own negligence. You're

like the rest of

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 hurt much more than any form of

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

but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I

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