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.

wanted to talk to you about the gifts you sent

you'd like them," she said

appreciate the thought, but I had to return them. I meant it when I said I don't want anything from your family anymore," I explained firmly

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

I need to move

Again, I

Ma. I

the call. As I hung up, Ashley

it

She understood," I

"That's been

for work now, and

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

me the next second, concern on

to pass. When it did, I felt dizzy and sat on the chair. I don't know why, but this one felt worse than the rest. "What's wrong?" Ashley pressed, kneeling

I replied, trying

eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Don't give me that. Something's wrong, and we're going to the

I swiftly whipped my head to face

her, but she wouldn't budge. "No, we're going. You are obviously not

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

sank at the thought

gave in.

Hopefully, we don't get sacked soon

a weak

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

Minutes later,

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied,

dressed and ready to

house, and Ashley helped me into the

we go to?" She asked,

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

with that, we drove off to the

hospital, and despite protesting that I could walk by myself,

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