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 him. "What

room briefly before settling back on

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

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

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

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

calling and sending a text to him asking for help

behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me

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

spat. "You're

You hid the information about the conception

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

reason?" He

me? And please, save me the "you wanted

had 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

tried to interrupt, but

pregnant, I sure as hell would have stopped you from working

own

the

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

You're not innocent in all of this.

not a knife, but Jared's words. How could he possibly shift the blame to me? I felt a

out of here right now, 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