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.

and he reached for

jerked away from

really scare you? I'm sorry.

my shirt, then wrapped myself tightly in my coat. "I'm

it's cold outside. Let me go get some air. You should rest. I

"You want to know about Dwayne? I met him in Italy. We've been friends ever since. That's it. I didn't know anything

and clear. But it didn't seem to satisfy him.

right. You

pure friend, or more of a 'friend with benefits'? I had a fight with him last night,

no

Arielle. Don't you get it? He's after you

and time 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 too fast, my anger mixing with hurt, betrayal, exhaustion. I stepped closer to him, closing the space

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

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

didn't back down. Instead, he took

had let go of the past, but that was actually a lie, isn't it? You just couldn't forgive me, so I deserve to remain a sinner for the rest of my

what I was hearing. Was he seriously trying to make

and sweep all the pains he caused me under the carpet and

made me sick as it felt like I was reliving the worst moments of our

me like that. You're the one who cheated on me, you broke my trust! And now

saying you're still stuck up