All Chapters of His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Marietta’s POV “What do you say?” He asked again. I was about to respond when I heard Bella’s footsteps. I quickly hung up and pretended nothing happened. I was shivering so badly that Bella had to get me some of her clothes. “Here,” she stretched the cup of coffee towards me. “Thanks,” I gently placed the cup of coffee on the table while I changed into a new set of dry clothes. I watched Bella aim for the room, and the next minute, she was back with a hair dryer. “Your hair is wet.” She broke the silence. “Thanks,” was all I could say. The silence continued for a long time. And only the air dryer alone was the sound that filled the air. “Marietta,” “I'm listening,” I answered bluntly. I'm not sure what my feelings are right now. But I could tell I was losing interest in everything. “We are at risk,” Bella started. A conversation I wasn't ready to listen to. I felt so angry within myself. But I knew someone had to say it. I've got nothing to lose but Bella still has

Marietta’s POV“Are you joking right now?” I flinched, turning towards Clara.“It’s just a deal…” Clara scratched the back of her neck, accompanied by a shrug.“And since you don’t have any feelings for him anymore. Why don’t we strike a deal with him? And use it to our advantage?” She continued with a smirk on her face.I know that look. Clara wasn’t just here to sign deals. There’s something she is not saying.“Am I missing out on something?” I locked my eyes with hers for a moment. I sighed, “Please, can you give us a moment?” The driver took off his seat belt and dashed out of the car. No sooner was he out than I turned towards Clara. “Who broke your heart?” I knew I had to ask this question before we find ourselves in front of Michael. I knew it wouldn’t make sense if Clara is going overboard while I’m just staring like a dummy who’s being controlled.“No one did,” She lied, avoiding my eyes. “Lies.” Bringing her face closer to mine. “We had too much to drink last night. A

Marietta’s POV“I’m sorry for leading you on,” I replied, my face filled with regret.That night, I never intended to sleep with him, but I was drunk. I wanted to get Michael and everything out of my mind.I still couldn’t accept the fact that my daughter was dead, as at then that I started to regain my memories. All I wanted was to escape from my reality, and now I didn’t know I had dragged Aiden along with my shitty life.“What am I supposed to do with you?” I asked, but Aiden cut in abruptly.“Don’t leave me,” was all he could come up with as he reached for my hand, his eyes desperately boring into mine.“Do everything you want with me, but don’t leave me, Marietta.” he shook his head, rubbing his hand against mine.“But-” “No buts, please. Stay with me,” he pleaded with tears welling up in his eyes. “Can you just trust me this once. I’m not Michael.” He repeated, pulling me closer. “What can I do to prove that wrong, Etta?”“We are going to have a lot of people talking about us

Marietta's POV All through the period I spent at the hospital with Aiden. I couldn't help but feel so bad.“I never knew you had a painful–” “Beginning?” Aiden smiled with his hands entwined with mine. It was already night, and we both couldn't help but look at the sky and marvel at the stars that shone brighter in it. “My mother had an accident while I was in high school.” He started. “All efforts to bring her back to life didn't work.” He continued, trying so hard not to tear up. Sitting on a nearby bench, not too far from us, I helped wipe his tears off. Sometimes, I thought I was the only one life had dealt with seriously.From getting a divorce from the person I loved most to getting pregnant. Losing my child and my career in the middle of the whole thing was just too much for me to bear. But listening to Aiden, I feel so sorry for him. “I work part-time jobs after spending all my mother has on her health,” he replied.“My mother was a very rich and popular woman. But

Marietta’s POV “Don't let them know,” Albert pulled me closer. Tears formed in my eyes as my hands trembled in fear. “Just get me a first aid box. It's just a scratch,” he replied. In a second, I was soaked in sweat. “Listen to me,” he said.Reaching out to my hand and holding me firmer. He pulled me closer. “You'll stich me up.” He whispered into my ears. My jaws dropped in fear as I shook my head in disapproval. “I've never done that before. I can't,” I stuttered and tried to run away. “Then I'll hold you right here while you watch me die,” he replied. I could see his eyes getting closed as much blood spilled from the cut. It appears that whoever has done that left through the window.There were shades of broken glass on the floor, which served as evidence. “Hey, listen to Marietta.” He tilted my head up. “Just follow my lead,” he pleaded. Placing the cotton wool in my hand. And the spirit. He stuffed his mouth with some bandages. “I’m sorry,” I pleaded. And like tha