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 shut the door and faced him. "What the

scanning the room briefly before settling

my hands on my hips, my

flashing red. "About everything! About why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return

"I have nothing to say to

a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours?

"Is that it? Now tell me, Jared, who remains the same after catching her husband 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

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

confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text,

course not," I spat. "You're trying to evade

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

stung by his words, but I regained my

He

please, save me the "you wanted

news to me" nonsense. There's no such thing as a perfect time. You had the 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 you

to interrupt, but he

are. If I was aware you 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

your own

the

tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much

remained stoic. "I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just as

knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to

right 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