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

the room briefly before settling back on me.

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

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

stance didn't change. "I have nothing

to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of

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

anger. "Show me that one woman, and

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

I spat. "You're trying to evade

reddened. "Arielle, stop acting like you're without fault. You're not a saint after all. You hid the information about the conception of my child from me. Who does that to their husband and the

by his words, but I regained my footing quickly.

He

the "you wanted the perfect time

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 still

interrupt, but he kept

I are. If I was aware you were pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working or even

own

like the rest of

such a manner and being blamed for it hurt much

You're not innocent in all of this. You're guilty just

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 felt a

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