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.

stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and faced him. "What the

eyes scanning the room briefly

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

discharged and refusing to return home, and

"I have nothing to say to

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

"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 him asking for help while almost bleeding to death on the street, but got an "I

died down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman,

I was

spat. "You're trying

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

but I regained

He sneered.

me? And please, save me the "you

a perfect time. You had the opportunity to tell me about the pregnancy over dinner, the times I drove you to, and back from work. We

tried to interrupt, but he

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

your own

like the rest

turning 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

"I'm just stating the truth, Arielle. You're not innocent in all

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

marriage, our family, and our child! You, who didn't even care when I was dying on the street!