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.

I shut the door and faced him. "What

his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on

my hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic.

clenched, eyes flashing 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 your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you know how humiliating

change. "I have nothing

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

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

laughter died down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll

anger to confusion, but I was not buying it.

not," I spat. "You're trying

all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who

words, but I regained

reason?" He sneered.

please, save me the "you

times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept

to interrupt, but he

hell would have stopped you from working or

your own

like the rest

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 pain. "Jared, you're unbelievable!" I screamed,

stoic. "I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not

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

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 our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying on the