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

room briefly before settling back on me.

my hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About

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.

didn't change. "I have nothing

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 strange

bed with his best friend, getting hit by a car because of them, calling and sending a text

"Show me

confusion, but I was not buying it. "What

spat.

stop acting like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception

stung by his words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I did it for

reason?" He

me the "you wanted the

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

I tried to interrupt, but

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 yes,

own negligence.

like the

of my child in such a manner and

You're not

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

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