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

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

hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About what

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 you know how humiliating

change. "I have nothing to say

voice

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

me that one woman, and I swear,

changed from anger to confusion, but I was not buying it.

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

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

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

reason?" He sneered.

please, save me the "you wanted the 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

I tried to interrupt,

Sofia and I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from

own negligence. You're

the

being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than any

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

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 I knew it,

marriage, our family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying on the street! Get out!" "Arielle, tune it down," he pleaded, trying to hold me but I backed