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.

aback, stunned by his audacity. I

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

my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

eyes flashing red. "About 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 you know how humiliating all of

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

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

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

hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and

I was not buying it.

I spat. "You're trying to

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

but I regained my footing quickly. "I did it for

He

And 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 the

interrupt, but he

stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's

own negligence.

like the

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

the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent

that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I felt a blinding

out of here 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 was dying on the street! Get out!" "Arielle, tune it down," he pleaded, trying