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 to you about

you'd like

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

a brief pause before she spoke. "Arielle, I understand. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

appreciate that, Ma, but please, no more gifts. I need to move forward, and

I'll respect your wishes. Again, I apologize for any inconvenience," she

you, Ma. I appreciate

pleasantries before ending the call.

it go?" She

She understood,"

"That's been sorted, I

have to go prepare for work

in my stomach hit me, and I gasped, quickly

second, concern on her

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 to brush it

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

mention of the hospital, I swiftly whipped

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

my forehead. "I'm not running a temperature. I'm

"Either we go to the

the thought of my

gave in. "Fine,

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

managed a

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

to change. Minutes later, Ashley knocked on

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied,

ready to go.

and Ashley helped me

go to?" She asked,

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

with that, we

at the hospital, and despite protesting that I could

you checked in," she said, guiding me