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 back on

my hips, my tone sarcastic.

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

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

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

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

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

I spat. "You're trying to evade

a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to

words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I did it for a

He

the "you wanted the perfect

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, and you

I tried to interrupt, but he

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

own

like the rest of

reminded of the death of my child in such a manner and

stoic. "I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just as I

it was not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I felt a blinding fury surge through me, and before I knew it, I

to be here, no right to speak to me like that! You, who destroyed our marriage, our family, and