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 shut

ignored me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back

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

you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you know how humiliating all of that

didn't change. "I have nothing

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

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 "I don't care. Sort yourself" response. Loses her

down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll

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

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

saint after all. You hid the information about the conception

by his words, but I regained my footing

reason?" He

me? And please, save me the "you wanted the perfect

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, but

and I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working

your own negligence.

the rest

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.

not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just

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

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