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 talk

hoped you'd like

meant it when I said I don't want anything from your

didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It was just my way of

I

Again,

you, Ma. I

pleasantries before ending the call.

did it go?"

understood," I

nodded. "That's been sorted, I

go prepare for work now, and you should

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

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

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

nothing," I replied, trying to brush it

suspiciously. "Don't give me that. Something's wrong,

I swiftly whipped my head

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

her palm to my forehead. "I'm not running a temperature. I'm fine, no

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

the thought

gave in.

head out. We'll call our workplaces to take the day off Hopefully, we don't get sacked soon with

managed a

she said, leading me to

and began to change. Minutes later, Ashley knocked on the

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied, opening

dressed and ready to go.

and Ashley helped

to?" She

fine," I replied, trying not to wince as

that, we drove off

despite protesting that I could walk by myself, Ashley insisted

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