All Chapters of His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Marietta’s POVI had woken up to a headache, one that struck me severely. By the time I looked beside me, I saw Clara already fast asleep on the couch.I had no idea how I got home last night as memories came crashing back.We had sent Bella back home, while Clara and I went for a drink.I remembered Clara telling me how a guy had broken her heart the last time she went to visit her mother.“That mother fucker!” She had cursed, as we both gulped down more alcohol.I knew we sent the drivers and the rest of the guards home. Letting them know we’ll be fine.“What happened? Did someone break your heart?” I had asked her last night, as I watched her acting all cute.She made up a puppy face as she nodded her head slowly. “He broke my heart.” She said, hitting her chest harder.At first, I thought she wasn’t so serious. And maybe she was acting up because of alcohol. But when tears rolled down her cheeks, I knew she was serious.“I’m sorry,” I quickly apologized, as I gave her a drink whil

Marietta’s POVI blinked rapidly, trying to process what Clara had just said — the police had been involved?When? How?“And you think you’d send an agent to kill your friend…” Clara leaned toward Michael, her tone sharp, her gaze unwavering.“Or should I say — your supposed lover? Or your gay lover?”“Clara…” I warned softly.“Boss, let me handle this.” She threw a glance over her shoulder at me, her eyes signaling calm.As much as Michael had hurt me, disappointed me—I didn’t know why a part of me still clung to the idea of giving him another chance.Maybe I should just forgive him... and move on.I was tired. Tired of the confusion, the silence, the endless back and forth. I just wanted a life that felt whole again — filled with love, peace, a good man, and all the beautiful things I once dreamed of.“Do we really need to do this, Clara?” I finally spoke, drawing her attention back to me.Michael still hadn’t said a word. His lips were tight, and he looked terrified. It showed… in

Marietta’s POVMichael finally signed the divorce papers.For a moment, I felt relief. Like I could breathe again. Like I was finally done with Michael Whitmore—and the storm that came with him.But oddly, I wasn’t happy.“I’ll be leaving now,” Clara’s voice came from behind me, soft but certain. I quickly turned off my phone, caught off guard.I blinked rapidly, trying to swallow the tears that had been threatening to spill even before she walked in. But it was too late. She saw them.“You’re… leaving?” I asked, my voice cracking into a whisper.Since Bella’s wedding, she has been distant. I understood. She had a new life now, a husband to care for. I had once been like that—pouring all of myself into Michael. My time. My love. My everything.And yet, he still chose Katty over me.That chapter was closed now, or at least, I wanted it to be. I wasn’t planning to revisit the pain.“Yes,” Clara nodded, her smile fragile as she stepped closer. “My mother’s ill again. She needs me.”I

Marietta's POVAs much as I wanted to feel reckless tonight. I felt a bit weird and uncomfortable. “Let me go,” I yelled, trying to twist out of the man’s grip. But his hold on me was too tight.The next thing I felt was a sharp slap on my backside. “C’mon, whore,” one of them sneered, pressing my hand against the bulge in his jeans. “Stop pretending like you don’t want this.”I yanked my hand back. My head was spinning, but something was off.This wasn’t just alcohol. Something was wrong.Terribly wrong.“What the hell did you put in my drink, you motherfuckers?!” I screamed, stumbling toward the bar.But before I could reach it, that same disgusting hand yanked me back by my waist.“Relax, sexy,” he whispered, lips brushing against my ear. “Didn’t you say you wanted to have fun? Have it with us.”He winked.That was the last straw.My hand shot up and slapped him across the face, hard.Thank God for the music—it blasted too loud for most people to hear me. Or maybe they didn’t car

Marietta's POVI had returned to work like nothing ever happened.Signing deals. Smiling for the cameras. Preparing for my next audition.But no matter how hard I tried to keep my mind off last night, it wouldn’t leave me alone.How did he get the drugs out of my system… without sleeping with me? I muttered to myself, burying my face in my palms with frustration.The question haunted me like a shadow.I grabbed a file from my desk and tried to rehearse my lines for the audition. But the words blurred. My thoughts were a mess.“I can’t get him out of my head,” I whispered with my eyes shut, feeling like I was losing my grip.I tapped my forehead lightly, repeatedly, trying to snap myself out of it—until a voice startled me.“Do you need me to—?”“No,” I said sharply, jolting upright. “It’s fine.”It was Kelvin, standing just in front of me, holding a small stack of folders.I cleared my throat, composing myself. “Please pack the files and have the cars ready. I’ll be heading out soon.”