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.

audacity. I shut the door and

ignored me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before

hips, my

why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return

"I have nothing to

lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so strange

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 the street, but got an

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

expression changed from anger to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text,

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

information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their

I regained my

He sneered.

save me the "you wanted

a 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 slept in the same room and on the same bed every day, and you still

to interrupt, but he kept

hell would have stopped you from working or even

own negligence.

like the

of my child in such a manner and being blamed

remained stoic. "I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in

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,

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,