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

me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on me. "We need to

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

to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return

change. "I have nothing

a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this

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

leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I

expression changed from anger to confusion, but I was not

I spat. "You're trying

a saint after all. You hid the information

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

reason?" He

me the "you wanted the perfect

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

tried to interrupt,

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, Arielle Smith,

your own negligence. You're

the

to believe 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

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

twisted in my chest, 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

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 but