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 door and faced him. "What the

his eyes scanning the room briefly before

my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About

hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me

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

you have a lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit

same after catching her husband in bed with his best friend, getting hit by a car because of them, calling and sending

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

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

I spat.

You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my

by his words, but I regained my footing quickly. "I

He

And please, save me the "you wanted the perfect time

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

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 negligence. You're

like the rest of

in such a manner and being blamed for it hurt

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

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 surge through me, and before I

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! Get out!" "Arielle, tune it down," he pleaded, trying to hold me but I