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.

by his audacity. I shut

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

placed my hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

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

"I have nothing to say to

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

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

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

to confusion, but I was

not," I spat.

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

I regained my footing quickly. "I

He

the "you wanted the perfect time

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

tried to interrupt, but he

guilty as much as Sofia and I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even

your own negligence.

the rest of

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 form of pain. "Jared, you're unbelievable!"

remained stoic. "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

our 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