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.

his audacity. I shut the door and

scanning the room briefly before settling back on me.

placed my hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh,

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

have nothing to

a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so

mixed with fury and bitterness. "Is that it? Now 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 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 baby as a result, and risked

hard anger. "Show me that one

to confusion, but I was not buying it.

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

a saint after all. You hid the information about the

stung by his words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I did it for

reason?" He

me the "you wanted

about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same room

interrupt, but he kept

I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's

your own

the rest

Jared really turning the tables on me? Goodness, being reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and

truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just as I

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 could he possibly shift the blame to me?

right now, 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