Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 59

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Is everything alright?" Ashley asked, noticing my sudden stillness.

I turned to face her. "It's Jared."

Her eyes widened. "What is he doing here?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

Ashley stood up, concern on her face. "Do you want to let him in?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Alright. Do you want me to stay?"

"No, I'll handle this."

She nodded, carried her meal and walked to her room. After she left, I exhaled sharply, before pulling the door open.

I almost fumbled when I met Jared's intense gaze, but I quickly got a grip on myself. I put on a blank face, completely erasing all emotions from my face.

"Hi," I said, my voice icy.

Jared's unnerving gaze didn't waver, and he didn't acknowledge my greetings either. Instead, he walked past me into the house, his movements sharp and angry.

I was taken aback, stunned by his audacity. I shut the door and faced him. "What the hell?"

He ignored me, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling back on me. "We need to talk."

I placed my hands on my hips, my tone sarcastic. "Oh, really? About what exactly?"

His jaws clenched, eyes flashing red. "About everything! About why you denied me access to see you in the hospital, getting discharged and refusing to return home, and worse of all, sending your lawyer to me with divorce papers. Do you know how humiliating all of that was?"

My stance didn't change. "I have nothing to say to you, Jared."

"Oh, you have a lot to say to me, Arielle," he took a step closer, his voice rising. "And can you quit this obnoxious attitude of yours? You're acting so strange and unlike you."

A sudden burst of laughter tore from my lips, mixed with fury and bitterness. "Is that it? Now tell me, Jared, who remains the same after catching her husband in bed with his best friend, getting hit by a car because of them, calling and sending a text to him asking for help while almost bleeding to death on the street, but got an "I don't care. Sort yourself" response. Loses her baby as a result, and risked never being able to walk again? Tell me, Jared, who?"

My laughter died down, leaving behind a cold, hard anger. "Show me that one woman, and I swear, I'll let go of everything."

Jared's expression changed from anger to confusion, but I was not buying it. "What text, Arielle? You're not making sense."

"Of course not," I spat. "You're trying to evade accountability."