บททั้งหมดของ His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Michael’s POV“Do some artificial respiration. She’s still breathing,” Bella yelled.I wasted no time in adhering to what she had suggested.“Did you say anything to her? I think I asked Clara to always be with her every time?” I said, breathing some air into her.I cannot lose her too. I’ve already lost a daughter.“C’mon, Marietta,” “You cannot die now, please!” I shouted.I was about to order them to get a nurse when Etta finally breathed out.I felt a bit weak, as my legs cringed beneath me. For a second I thought I’d lost her.My heart raced faster, knowing the kind of history we both had in the past.If this happens, then the world will never look at me the same again. It’s enough for them to think we killed our daughter. I cannot have the reporters put us out there again.Laying her on the bed, and adjusting the air conditioner, I turned towards Bella.“What happened?”“She said she wanted to come pick something up at your side,” Bella rolled her eyes.Even though I’ve been

Marietta’s POVThe night was a short one as I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I could feel my swollen lips, which he had eaten up with so much hunger. Memories of how he had brought me closer to him in his office had kept replaying in my head so much that it became my nightmare.“Aiden, I’m sorry,” I pleaded as his fingers fumbled with my clits. Just as I was having fun, everything changed, and I found myself at the burial ground, crying so hard. “Valerie, mommy’s sorry,”I was about to touch her grave when a knock came on the door, interrupting my dream. “Etta,” Bella called from outside, causing me to jolt out of my sleep.The mirror, which wasn’t far from me, showed my reflection as tears dripped off my face.Wiping them off, I asked Bella to come in. Just as she stormed in with a smile on her face, they all soon turned into a sad, teary face.“Are you crying again?” She questioned, and I quickly lied. I don’t know how she does that, but she has the look of “Don’t lie to me”

Marietta’s POV“I’ll take my leave,” Rita’s voice echoed at the door.My heart continued to race faster upon hearing that she was going to leave us. I almost asked her to stay with us when I heard the door click.“Relax,” he whispered against my ear, his boner rubbing my behind. I almost felt relaxed as I couldn’t resist the charm of this young Greek god behind me.I felt my knees wobbled as I gabbed him for more support.Oh, yes. I avoid Aiden because I can’t resist his charms. What am I scared of?I’m afraid of falling helplessly in love with him, like I did with Michael.My breath came in ragged gasps as I tried to wriggle free from him, but my body refused to obey“I’m not going to bite, you know,” Aiden answered, before letting me go slowly.I heaved a sigh as I let out a breath I never knew I’d been holding.“Come with me,” he said, stretching his hand forward.I swallowed hard, my eyes darting from his eyes to his hands stretched out to be sure he didn’t mean the opposite.“

Marietta’s POVA soft knock at the door jolted me awake, leaving me feeling groggy and weak.“Who is it?” I grumbled, turning over restlessly in bed.Last night had been incredible—one of the best nights I’d had in a long time, even if Lena had tried her best to ruin it. Bella, Aiden, and Lawrence had more than made up for her drama. Especially Bella’s fiancé, who had shown up just minutes after she’d announced their engagement to me. We laughed, we celebrated... and now, I was paying for it with a throbbing hangover.“It’s Rita,” came the reply from behind the door.“Come in,” I muttered, my eyes still shut, my body tightly wrapped in the duvet.Rita entered, bowing to me. “I’m sorry to barge in, Miss, but the master has requested we get you ready,” she said as she briskly drew the curtains open, letting a flood of morning light pour into the room.I groaned, pulling the blanket higher over my head.“Rita, seriously?” I muttered, kicking at the air half-heartedly as I spotted the

Marietta's POVThe words landed like a whisper from the past—soft, and unexpected.For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.I stared at him, still in shock.Michael Whitmore wasn’t the type to joke."You…" My voice wavered. "You made me leave. You forced me out. That morning—"The memories crashed in, sharp and unrelenting.Michael, standing in our bedroom, his face blank, his voice like ice."Pack your things.""You don’t belong here anymore.""I’m done.""We are done."And now, after all these years, he stood before me, speaking as if none of it had ever happened. As if the pain, the betrayal, the years of silence hadn’t existed.I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing myself to stay steady. "You wanted me gone, Michael. And now you’re telling me you never signed them?"His jaw tensed, a flicker of something—regret? hesitation?—crossing his face."I filed them."A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. "Then what does it matter?" I shook my head, incredulous. "You already