Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Pregnant.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"So, what are you gonna do with the packages?" Ashley asked when we were seated side by side on the couch watching Steve Harvey hours later.

I whipped my head to face her, realizing the packages were still outside, on the porch. "I don't know," I shrugged. "Probably send them back to her. Politely, of course."

"Um, um," Ashley said, shaking her head. "You'll do no such thing. It's disrespectful."

"No, it's not," I countered. "She has to know that I meant it when I said I do not need anything from her family anymore."

"Still, you should accept this one gift; maybe after it, you can tell her you do not want any more of them. Speaking of that, you should call her and let her know you saw the gifts." "There's no point, I'm not accepting them," I insisted stubbornly.

"You already did."

"Really? They're gonna be there on the porch if you don't let me return them."

"And who said they are still on the porch? I brought them in already. They're in the store room so you better go check what's in them."

"Ashley!," I called, offended.

"I love you too, best friend. Come on, let's go see what the old lady got you," she said, pulling me up.

Reluctantly, I followed her to the store room. Ashley did the unboxing while I stood, watching with disinterest. The boxes contained jewelry, really nice ones. Dresses, shoes, designer perfumes, and even female supplements. "Look, she even got your favorite green tea," Ashley exclaimed, holding out the pack to me.

"I'm not blind, I can see it."

"Come on, Arielle, drop the attitude. This woman means well."

But despite her persistence, I remained resolute. "I'm still sending them back," I declared, folding my arms.

Ashley stared at me for a while and then sighed, "Fine, do what you want."

I nodded. "I'll have them sent back."

The next morning, as it was too late to get a dispatch rider the previous night, I got one and had the packages sent back.

Next, I picked up my phone and dialed Jared's mother's number.

"Hello, dear," she answered warmly.

replied formally. "I wanted to

I hoped you'd like them,"

meant it when I said I

brief pause before she spoke. "Arielle, I understand. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It was

no more gifts. I need to move forward, and this is

Again, I apologize for any inconvenience," she

Ma. I appreciate

the call. As

it go?" She

She understood," I

"That's been sorted,

to go prepare for work now, and

sensation in my stomach hit me, and I gasped, quickly holding on to

was beside me the next second,

as I waited for the wave to pass. When it did, I felt dizzy and sat on the

trying to brush it

me that. Something's wrong, and we're going to the

I swiftly whipped my

her, but she wouldn't budge. "No, we're going. You are obviously not fine and you're trying to handle your health with

I insisted. "See," I said, taking her palm to my forehead. "I'm not running a temperature. I'm fine, no need

her expression turned stern. "Either we go to the hospital, or I call

at the thought

in. "Fine, let's

the day off Hopefully, we don't get sacked soon with how we've

managed a

leading me to my room. "I'll

and began to change. Minutes later, Ashley knocked on

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied, opening the

was already dressed and ready

out of the house, and Ashley

we go to?" She asked, starting

I replied, trying not to wince as the sensation hit me

she nodded, and with that, we drove off to the

I could walk

you checked in," she said, guiding me to