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

room briefly before settling back on me. "We need to

hips, my tone

discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you know how humiliating all of

stance didn't change. "I have nothing to say to

a lot 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

by a car because of them, calling and sending a text to him asking for help while almost bleeding to death on the

me that one woman, and

I was not buying it. "What text,

not," I spat. "You're

"Arielle, stop acting like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband and

but I regained my footing quickly. "I

He sneered.

me? And please, save me the "you

opportunity to tell me about 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

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, Arielle Smith, you

own

the rest of

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,

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 felt a blinding fury surge through me, and before I knew it,

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