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.

stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and

scanning the room briefly before settling back

my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

jaws 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

change. "I have

took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so strange and

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

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

to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle? You're

I spat.

a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband and the

felt a stung by his words, but I regained

He sneered.

And please, save me the "you wanted

dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same room and on the

to interrupt, but he

were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So

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

"I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all

like it was being gutted with a knife. Only 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 it, I was

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 pleaded, trying to hold me but I