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 faced

eyes scanning the room briefly before settling

my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really?

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

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

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

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

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

anger to confusion, but I was not buying it.

not," I spat. "You're trying

fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about

by his words, but I regained my footing

He

me the "you wanted the perfect time

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

interrupt,

Sofia and I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger

own negligence. You're

the

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

but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I

out! Get out of here 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 on the street! Get out!" "Arielle, tune it down," he pleaded, trying to hold me