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

his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on

my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About

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 that

didn't change. "I have nothing to

closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so strange

"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

behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I

from anger to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle? You're

I spat. "You're trying to

all. You hid the information

felt a stung by his words, but I regained my

reason?" He

me? And please, save me the "you wanted the perfect time

such thing as a perfect time. You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you

I 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

own negligence.

like the

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

the truth, Arielle. You're not

twisted in 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, and before I knew it, I was

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