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.

by his audacity. I shut

scanning the room briefly before settling back

placed my hands on my hips, my

jaws clenched, eyes flashing red. "About everything! About why 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

change. "I have nothing

step closer, his voice rising.

them, calling and sending a text to him asking for help while almost bleeding to death on the street,

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

but I was

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

all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband

but I regained my footing quickly. "I did it

reason?" He sneered.

And please, save me the

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

I tried to interrupt, but

hell would have stopped you from working

own

the

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

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

that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I felt

Jared! You have no right to be here, no right to speak to me like that! You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and