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.

stunned by his audacity. I shut the door

me, his eyes scanning the room briefly

my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

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

have nothing to say to

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

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

me that one woman, and I swear, I'll let go

confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text,

not," I spat. "You're trying

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

I regained my footing quickly. "I did it for

reason?" He

please, save me the

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

to interrupt,

pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in

your own negligence.

the rest of

such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than any form of pain. "Jared,

the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all of this.

gutted with a knife. Only that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame

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!"