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

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

hips, my tone sarcastic.

hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers.

"I have nothing

his voice rising. "And can

friend, getting hit by a car because of them, calling and sending a

"Show me that one woman, and I

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

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

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

words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I did

He

me? And please, save me the "you wanted the perfect time

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

I tried to interrupt,

would have stopped you from

own negligence. You're

the

turning the tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt

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

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

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