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 me.

jerked away

I really scare you? I'm sorry. I... I was a

shirt, then wrapped myself

me go get some

I met him in Italy. We've been friends ever since. That's it. I didn't know anything about his past or his connection

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

right. You

A pure friend, or more of a 'friend with benefits'? I had a fight with

no

get it? He's

time 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 I had kept between us. My eyes burned

the way, I'm divorced, in case that has

nerve of him-after everything, after everything he did, now

turned pale white, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took a step closer to me,

holding on to the past, you know that right? You said you had let go of the past, but that was actually a lie, isn't it? You just couldn't

hearing. Was he seriously trying

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

was reliving the worst

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

saying you're still stuck