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.

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

I hoped you'd like them," she

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

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

gifts. I need to move forward, and this is best

Again, I apologize

you, Ma. I appreciate

the call. As I hung up, Ashley walked into

did it

She understood,"

nodded. "That's been sorted, I

I have to go prepare for work

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

the next second, concern

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,

nothing," I replied, trying

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

swiftly whipped my head to

budge. "No, we're going. You

palm to my forehead. "I'm not running a

her expression turned stern. "Either we go to

the thought of

in.

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

managed a

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

Minutes later, Ashley knocked on the

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied, opening

already dressed and ready to go. "Let's

and Ashley helped me

to?"

not to wince as

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

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

get you checked in," she said,