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.

Smith," I replied formally. "I wanted to talk to you about the

hoped you'd like them,"

but I had to return them. I meant it when I said I don't want

she spoke. "Arielle, I understand. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It was just my way of

I need to move forward, and this is

respect your wishes. Again,

Ma. I appreciate your

call. As I hung

it go?" She

understood," I

nodded. "That's been sorted,

prepare for work now, and you

stomach hit me, and I gasped, quickly holding on to

beside me the next second, concern on her face. "What's

as I waited for the wave to pass. When it did, I felt dizzy and sat on the chair. I don't know why, but this one felt worse

nothing," I replied, trying to brush

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

hospital, I swiftly whipped my head to face her. "No, I'm fine,

wouldn't budge. "No, we're going. You are obviously not fine and you're

to my forehead. "I'm not running a temperature. I'm fine, no need for the

turned stern. "Either we go to the

heart sank at the thought

in.

don't get sacked soon

a weak smile

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

began to change. Minutes later, Ashley

"Ready?" She asked.

replied,

and ready to go. "Let's

out of the house, and Ashley helped me into the

we go to?" She asked, starting the

trying not to

with that,

arrived at the hospital, and despite protesting that I could

said, guiding me to