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.

I

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

hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About

to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return

didn't change. "I have nothing to

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

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

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

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

spat. "You're trying to evade

acting like you're without fault. You're not a 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

stung by his words, but I regained my footing

reason?" He sneered.

save me the "you wanted the

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 bed every day, and you still didn't tell

interrupt,

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

own

the rest

in such a manner

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

it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift

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 backed