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.

jerked away from

"Did I really scare you? I'm sorry. I... I was a little

wrapped

don't-" He moved toward me, voice low with desperation. "It's... it's cold outside. Let me go get some

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

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

You expect

was accusing, and it sent shivers down spine. "He's a 'friend'? A pure friend,

no

it? He's

Who the hell do you think you are?" The words were coming out too fast,

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

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

Instead, he took a step closer to me,

said you 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

hearing. Was he seriously trying to make me

all the pains he caused me under the carpet and forge ahead like

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

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

saying you're still