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.

taken aback, stunned by his audacity. I

his eyes scanning the room briefly before

my hips, my tone

discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending

have nothing to say to you,

say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising.

same after catching her husband in bed with his best friend, getting hit by a car because of them, calling and sending

behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll let go of

I was

I spat. "You're

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

but I regained my

reason?" He sneered.

save me the "you wanted

There's no 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 work. We fucking slept in the same room and on

tried to interrupt,

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

your own negligence. You're

like the rest of

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

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

heart twisted in my chest, like it was being gutted with a knife. Only that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How

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