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.

his audacity. I shut

his eyes scanning the room briefly

my hands on my hips, my tone

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

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

have a lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious

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

hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I

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

course not," I spat. "You're

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

a stung by his words, but I regained my footing

He

please, save me the "you wanted the perfect

about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in

to interrupt, but he

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

your own negligence. You're

the rest of

unable to believe my 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

not innocent in all of this.

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

like that! You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying on the