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.

I replied formally. "I wanted to

yes! I hoped you'd

thought, but I had to return them. I meant it when I

understand. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It

please, no more gifts. I

understand, dear. I'll respect your wishes. Again, I apologize for any inconvenience," she said

you, Ma. I appreciate

pleasantries before ending the call. As I hung

did it go?"

understood,"

"That's been sorted, I

have to go prepare for work now,

stomach hit me, and I gasped, quickly

beside me the next second,

felt dizzy and sat on the chair. I don't know why, but this one

I replied, trying to brush it

that. Something's wrong, and

mention of the hospital, I swiftly whipped my head to face

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

to my forehead. "I'm not

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

at the thought of my

gave in. "Fine, let's

We'll call our workplaces to take the day off Hopefully, we don't get sacked soon with how we've been missing work," Ashley said the last words with a

managed a weak

on, let's get dressed," she said, leading me to my room. "I'll wait

nodded and began to change. Minutes

"Ready?" She asked.

replied,

ready to go. "Let's

headed out of the house, and Ashley helped me

we go to?"

I replied, trying not to wince as the

that, we drove off to

arrived at the hospital, and despite protesting that I could walk by myself, Ashley insisted on helping

get you checked in," she said, guiding me to the reception