Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 11

(Arielle's POV)

*****Three days after*****

“Good morning, Arielle,” Doctor Wade smiled warmly as she entered the room. “I'm pleased to inform you that you're okay now and fit to be discharged. Your husband just needs to sign the discharge slip, and you're free to go home.”

My face instantly lit up with a smile. “Thank you, Doctor Wade.”

She nodded and turned to leave the room. “Take care, Arielle. Have a smooth recovery at home.”

Ashley, who was sitting beside me on the bed, smiled and held my hands. “You're finally returning home, Arielle. I'm so happy for you.”

I returned the smile. “I'm happy too, Ashley.”

Just then, Jared entered the room carrying a small paper bag. "Good morning Love. Got breakfast for you."

“Thank you.” I replied plainly.

The past three days have been really awkward. We were more or less like strangers. I barely saw him, save for his routine check-in that never exceeded a few minutes. It was always like he was rushing to leave me and go be with Sofia. When I complained, he cited that I had Ashley, but Sofia had no one but him. I stopped complaining, as I would rather not appear as an insensitive and nagging wife.

“I'll go sign the discharge slip so we can head home. You should eat up,” Jared announced, setting the paper bag on the bedside table.

I nodded again, but then stopped him at the door. “What about Sofia?”

I saw his shoulders tense just a bit, and he glanced back. “She’s being discharged today, too.”

I nodded once more. I have been doing that a lot lately, as I found talking very exhausting.

Jared exited the room afterward, leaving me with Ashley as usual.

Ashley must have noticed my sad look because she squeezed my hand softly. “Everything will be fine, Arielle. Don't worry.”

I shook my head. “I just want her gone. It feels like my husband is now married to two women.”

“Let’s get you feeling better. Eat something, so you’ll be ready by the time Jared gets back."

I reluctantly accepted, and Ashley took out the disposable plate containing pasta from the paper bag. As soon as the aroma of the pasta hit my nostrils, I bolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

Ashley followed suit, rubbing my back gently as I emptied my stomach's content in the sink. Afterward, I rinsed my mouth and face and returned to the room.

“Please, take it away,” I said to Ashley, motioning to the food. “I can't eat it.”

“I see, pregnancy hormones are kicking in already,” Ashley teased, as she put the food away.

“I hope I don't turn into a sick cat,” I groaned. “I can't afford to stop working. I might lose my mind.”

“There's no way you're going to work while pregnant, Arielle Smith.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can't have you stressing my poor godson.”

“Hmmm, I see. You already decided on the gender.”

“Yes. And I'm sure Jared is gonna want a boy, too.”

My face immediately fell at those words, and I went silent.