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

briefly before settling back on me. "We need to

my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

red. "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, sending

stance didn't change. "I have nothing

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

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

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

was not

not," I spat.

after all. You hid the information about

by his words, but I regained

reason?" He

And please, save me the "you wanted the

the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We

I tried to interrupt,

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

your own

the

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!"

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

but Jared's words. How could he

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