Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Of a fight and bitter truth.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Jared seemed like a wild beast that had lost its sanity. His kisses were without any pattern, seemingly driven only by animal instinct.

"Ja... Jared..." I gasped, barely able to catch my breath.

I pushed against him with every ounce of strength, but it was useless. Instead, I tore his suit jacket in the process. The fire in his eyes only grew more intense, and in one swift motion, he shoved me down onto the sofa, pinning me beneath him. We had kissed before, shared a bed, but I had never seen him like this. Mad. Wild. Like a beast baring its teeth. I had always thought of him as powerful but harmless, but now, fear crept up my spine.

His kisses moved lower, his mouth hot against my skin. A sharp, searing pain shot through my collarbone.

Instantly, clarity returned to my mind, and I found my voice again. My hands shot to his chest, and I shoved with all my might, finally creating enough space to push him away.

"Jared, sober up!" I cried, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and panic.

"It's because I'm too sober that I've been holding back from going to you!"

My face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Jared didn't move. Half of his body weight was still crushing me, and there was no way I could escape unless he let go. The difference in our strength was overwhelming. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

"What do you want, Jared? To rape me? What's the difference between you and the man in my office?"

The word "rape" hit the air like a knife, and the moment it left my lips, Jared froze. His entire body went rigid, his eyes wide with disbelief. His face drained of color as the weight of my words settled over him, and for a brief moment, he looked like I had just slapped him. "I'm sorry, Ari... I—" he stammered, but I wasn't having it.

I pushed him off and sat up, trying to regain my composure as I fumbled with my shirt buttons. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't even get them to cooperate.

in annoyance, and he reached for me.

I jerked away from

I'm sorry. I... I was a little out of control

wrapped myself tightly in my

moved toward me, voice low with desperation. "It's... it's cold outside. Let me go get some

him in Italy. We've been friends ever since. That's

Simple, honest, and clear. But it didn't seem to satisfy him. His eyes narrowed, suspicion written all over

You expect me

spine. "He's a 'friend'? A pure friend, or more of a 'friend with benefits'? I had a fight with him last

no

you get it? He's after you

again. But now you think you have the right to doubt me? Who the hell do you think you are?" The words were coming out

stressed the last word. "And by the way, I'm divorced, in case that has skipped your memory. That means

I could feel my body literally trembling with rage. The nerve of him-after everything, after everything he did, now he had the audacity

white, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took a step

go of the past, but that was actually a lie, isn't it? You just couldn't

believe what I was hearing. Was he seriously trying to make me

easy to just forget and sweep all the pains he caused me under the carpet and forge ahead like

sick as it felt like I was reliving the worst moments of our marriage all

right to talk to me like that. You're the one who cheated

you're still