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.

aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and

briefly

my hips, my

getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with

didn't change. "I have nothing to say to

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

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

behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that

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

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

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

but I regained my footing quickly. "I

reason?" He

the "you wanted the

to me" nonsense. 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,

tried to interrupt,

stopped you from working or even engaging

own negligence.

like the

froze, unable to believe my ears. Was Jared really turning the tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than any form of pain. "Jared, you're unbelievable!" I screamed, tears

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

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

Jared! You have 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, trying to hold me