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 door and faced

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

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

getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you

"I have nothing to

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

of laughter tore from my lips, 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

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

I was not buying

course not," I spat. "You're trying

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

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

reason?" He

the "you wanted the perfect

the times I drove you to,

tried to interrupt, but

If I was aware you 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, you lost our

own negligence.

the

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,

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

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

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