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 him. "What

me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before

hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic.

and refusing to return home, and worse of

have nothing

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

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

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

changed from anger to confusion, but I was not buying it.

I spat.

acting like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the

I regained my footing

He

the

the news 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, and back from work. We fucking slept in the same room and on the same bed every day,

interrupt, but he

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 our child's life. So yes,

own negligence.

the rest of

my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more

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

words. How could he

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