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.

formally. "I wanted to talk to you about the gifts you sent

hoped you'd

to return them. I meant it when I said I don't want anything from

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

Ma, but please, no more gifts. I need

your wishes. Again,

you, Ma. I appreciate

pleasantries before ending the call.

it go?" She

understood," I

nodded. "That's been sorted, I

I have to go prepare for work now, and

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

beside me the next second, concern on her

I waited for the wave to pass. When it did, I felt dizzy and sat on the chair. I don't

I replied, trying to

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

hospital, I swiftly whipped my head to face

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

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

her expression turned stern. "Either we go

the thought of

gave in. "Fine, let's

don't get sacked soon with how we've been missing work," Ashley said the last

a weak

said, leading me to my room. "I'll

to change. Minutes later, Ashley

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied, opening

and ready

out of the house, and Ashley

go to?" She

fine," I replied, trying not to wince as the

she nodded, and with that, we drove off

arrived at the hospital, and despite protesting that I could

in," she said, guiding me to