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.

taken aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and

briefly before settling back

my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About what

access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with

have nothing

say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice

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

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

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

course not," I spat.

hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband

words, but I regained

reason?" He

me the "you wanted the perfect

dinner, the times I

tried to interrupt, but

as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So yes, Arielle

your own negligence. You're

the rest of

such a manner and being blamed for

not innocent in all of this. You're

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

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 street! Get out!" "Arielle, tune it down," he pleaded, trying to hold me but