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 the

room briefly

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

why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending

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

his voice rising. "And can you quit this

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

died down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me

anger to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle?

course not," I spat. "You're

You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband and

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

He sneered.

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

time. You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I

to interrupt, but

as hell would have stopped you from working or even engaging in anything that would endanger our child's life. So yes, Arielle Smith, you lost

own

like the rest

of the death of my child in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much more than any form of pain. "Jared, you're unbelievable!" I screamed, tears glistening in

truth, Arielle. You're not

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

destroyed our marriage, our family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when