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.

was taken aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the

the room briefly before settling back on me.

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

and refusing to return home, and worse of

"I have nothing to say to you,

a lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so strange

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 never being able to walk again? Tell

anger. "Show me

I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle? You're

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

information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their

regained my footing quickly.

reason?" He sneered.

me the "you wanted the

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

tried to interrupt, but he kept

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

your 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 blamed for it hurt much more than any form of pain. "Jared,

not innocent in all of

gutted with a knife. Only that it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift

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!