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 wanted to

yes! I hoped you'd like

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

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

I need to move forward, and this is best for

dear. I'll respect your wishes. Again, I apologize

Ma. I appreciate

more pleasantries before ending the call. As I

it go?"

understood," I

nodded. "That's been sorted, I

work

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

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

couldn't say a word as I waited for the wave 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

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

the mention of the hospital, I swiftly whipped

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

insisted. "See," I said, taking her palm to my

her expression turned stern. "Either we go to the hospital,

at the thought of

gave in.

call our workplaces to take the day off Hopefully, we don't get sacked soon with how we've been missing work," Ashley said the last

a weak

leading me

began to change. Minutes later, Ashley knocked

"Ready?" She asked.

I replied, opening the

already dressed and ready to

the house, and Ashley

go to?" She asked,

fine," I replied, trying not to wince

that, we drove off to the

despite protesting that I could

in," she said, guiding me to the