All Chapters of His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Marietta’s POVThe moment I stepped into the airport terminal, I felt it—the weight of a past I had long buried.Three years had passed, yet the air in America still carried the scent of old betrayals. I had rehearsed this moment countless times, told myself I was ready. But nothing prepared me for the sharp sting of familiarity as the cold air kissed my skin.I adjusted my sunglasses and tightened my grip on my suitcase. My plan was simple: get in, handle business, and leave with my dignity intact. No distractions. No emotions.But fate had other plans.I heard reporters calling my name—the one I had spent years rebuilding—spread like wildfire. Heads turned. Cameras flashed. Reporters swarmed toward me with recorders and microphones in hand.I kept my expression neutral, offering the reporters a small, polite smile before walking past them. My driver, already waiting, quickly opened the car door, shielding me from the chaos.I slid into the back seat and let out a quiet breath as the

Marietta's POVNine months of pain, discomfort, and struggle had led to this moment."The baby is here! One last push!" the nurse urged, her voice laced with encouragement.Drenched in sweat, I mustered every last ounce of strength. A piercing scream escaped my lips as I made the final push. Then—relief. My body slackened as exhaustion consumed me, and tears welled in my eyes.I barely registered the tiny cries echoing in the room. The baby had come early. I had been terrified I wouldn't survive this—my first childbirth, all alone in a foreign place.The nurse cradled my baby in her arms. "A healthy little girl," she murmured with a smile.With the last bit of energy I had left, I lifted my weak gaze toward the small bundle. My child. My family."Finally…" I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I have a family in this world."Then, darkness consumed me.A knock at the door pulled me from unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open to see a nurse standing beside my bed."Hi," she g

Marietta’s POVThe night should have ended here.I had played my part. I had smiled, I had accepted my award, and I had made my statement. I should have been able to slip into the background now, enjoy the rest of the evening with a glass of champagne and a few well-placed deflections.But fate—or perhaps something far more cruel—had other plans."Ladies and gentlemen," the host’s voice rang out, smooth and confident. "Before we continue with our celebrations, we have a special moment planned."A hum of curiosity spread through the ballroom. My fingers curled tighter around my champagne glass."As you all know, tonight is about honoring excellence, resilience, and the undeniable power of talent." The host smiled warmly, looking out over the crowd. "And what better way to mark this occasion than with a dance?"A polite ripple of applause.I exhaled quietly. Fine. A dance. Let them twirl around in overpriced gowns and polished shoes. It had nothing to do with me.But then—"And who bett

Marietta's POV I had woken up to a call from Bella.“Bella, what’s up?” I asked.Looking beside me–he was gone.“It’s Valerie,” Bella paused.“Is she okay?” I quickly stood up from bed.“Good morning sunshine,” Elsie’s voice halts me in my tracks.I thought he left. He never did?“Etta? You had a man over?” Bella teased.I couldn’t help but leave the room in a shy manner.“Let’s talk about my daughter. Where is she?” I questioned.“She seems to be asking after her dad lately,” Bella replied.“Can I talk to her on the phone?” I inquired. “Not at all. She's asleep,” Bella heaved a sigh. For the first time in three years, I got confused. “Bella, I don't know what to do.” I ranted. “Valerie's just three years old and she's asking for her father. What do you think will happen in years to come?” I spoke impatiently. “Calm down,” Bella responded quickly. “I think you've been away for too long. And she needs you, Etta.” Bella concluded. “Do you think I should bring her to America?” I

Michael's POV"But what doctor?" I dragged him by the cloth.It was one thing that Etta already hated me, and now she is about to lose her child.“Doctor! She’s awake,” one of the nurses screamed from behind.Quickly, the doctor left. Assuring us that Valerie will be fine. “Get the hell out of here, Michael.” Marietta charged. “I don't need any of you here!” She snapped. Pointing her fingers at me and Granny. “I'm sorry–” “Leave, Michael!” She spat. “From now on, it's strictly business and nothing more.” These were her last words to me. “Granny, I think we should leave,” I supported my grandmother. “I cannot Michael. I want to see my great-grandchild.” My Granny fussed. “Then you could have done better,” Etta glared. With her fist clenched, she moved closer to the both of us. “You sent me packing when I needed you,” she retorted with cruel indifference. “None of you believed me.” She protested hotly. “I can't even believe I allowed you to touch Valerie.” she drawled. “And