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 the door and faced

me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on me. "We need to

on my hips, my tone sarcastic.

refusing to

change. "I have nothing to

to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you

"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

"Show me

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

course not," I spat.

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

a stung by his words, but I regained my footing quickly.

He

save me the "you wanted

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

interrupt, but he kept

and I 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 lost our baby

own

the rest of

tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner

truth, Arielle. You're not

my chest, like it was 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 felt a blinding fury surge through me,

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,