Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 24

(ARIELLE’S POV)

I paused, trying to assimilate Ashley's words. Slowly, I locked my gaze with hers. “You're kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I am?” Ashley retorted, her voice firm and serious.

I took a breath, trying once again to make sense of her suggestion.

Divorce Jared? Somehow the very idea felt surreal, foreign. My mind raced as the thought took root—why would I ever divorce Jared? I had invested everything into this marriage, fought so hard to make it work…

I shook my head, trying to laugh it off. “I don’t think you’re serious Ash,” I said, though my voice betrayed a slight tremor.

“Well, I am. You can't keep being the person Jared second guesses, Arielle. You're his wife, for crying out loud. He's a grown man and should choose who he wants. If he's still stuck up with Sofia, then he should be with her. If he wants you, he should be decisive about it, and one of the ways to do that is to put Sofia in her rightful place. And trust me, her place is not in your lives or in your matrimonial home!”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t shake the truth in them.

“…I understand your concern, Ashley,” I said quietly, struggling to find the words. “But… I don’t know. I really don’t. Would it be right to divorce Jared while I’m still pregnant? Marriages go through rough patches, even relationships do. Wouldn’t it be better to try and fix things instead of making it worse?”

“You see, that's the point, Arielle–”

“What point?” I interrupted, confused on where the conversation was headed.

“You're so scared of having a broken marriage, hence your decision to endure and fix things even when you're being disrespected. Pregnant or not, a relative or third party, not to mention someone your husband had feelings for in the past, is not meant to live with you and your husband in your matrimonial home for so long. Accept it Arielle, you're scared of having a broken marriage like your mother, hence–”

“Enough!” I hissed, abruptly rising to my feet. “How dare you bring that up? You know how much I hate being reminded about it, and you dare bring it up?”

Ashley was startled, and I wouldn't blame her. Losing my cool was not a sight anyone gets to see all the time, as I would rather tow the path of peace than lose my temper. But I'm not to blame, Ashley just hit a sore spot and losing my cool was inevitable.

“I'm sorry,” Ashley whispered, realizing her mistake. “I shouldn't have said that. I just wanted to point out–”

“I should be sorry, Ash…” I cut her off, my voice came out tighter than I’d thought, “I just need to be alone.”

Ashley hesitated. “Arielle, I–”

“Please…”

“Fine,” she said and rose to her feet. “I will go run you a bath and fix us dinner.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I sank back onto the couch, the weight of everything pressing down on me.

“Arielle?” Ashley called, as she halted at the doorway that connected her sitting room to the corridor.

I looked up.