Semua Bab His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Bab 381 - Bab 390

Marietta's POV"He wants a divorce?" I repeated in shock, my voice barely a whisper."Are you serious?" Relief washed over me as I heard Granny Lorette’s voice from the living room.She would calm Michael. She always had my back."Michael, if this is some kind of joke, you can stop now," Granny Lorette snapped."No! It's not a joke. I’m serious about this," Michael argued, his voice filled with frustration."I can’t stand this any longer, Grandmother. I’m filing for divorce. I’m sick and tired of her. I don’t even love Marietta. You forced me into this whole thing."My breath caught in my throat. I clenched the wooden railing of the staircase, my legs trembling."Are you telling me that after all these years, you never loved Etta?" Granny Lorette’s voice wavered, laced with disbelief.Michael scoffed. "You used your influence and your company shares to push me into this marriage, and now you expect me to stand by her?"Tears burned my eyes, threatening to spill as I peered down at the

Marietta’s POV With Clara still fidgeting, I knew she wasn't done. In a day, I've lost a child, my first love, and even my staff. I have Gloria and Katty threatening my existence. What else could I possibly be leaving for? “Is there something else left you want to say, Clara?” “I–” “Go on. I'm listening,” I shut my eyes. With Bella's hand holding me firm. I waited for Clara to speak. “You've been framed for reckless drinking and driving,” Clara concluded. A headache struck me instantly. Almost tripping me off my balance. I held Bella tighter, as my visions became a bit blurry. It was okay enough that the Sterlings conspired against me. “Bella, they've taken all I have,” I whispered. Trying so hard to reason everything Clara had just spoken to my hearing. My heart failed me. And my head ached more. If only the tumor could kill me right now. “Marietta!” Bella called. But it was too late. I had already lost my consciousness. ******The funeral day came faster than expe

Marietta’s POV Donovan introduced us to everyone working for him. And I agree that this was the best decision I've ever made. In a short while, my mind drifted back to Bella. “Is it Valerie?” Michael's voice startled me. Handing me a bottle of yogurt and a hamburger. “You can have mine. I'm not hungry,” Michael replied. “You have to eat something.” “Never mind. I can manage. I feel okay just by looking at you,” he said. I'm sure he was still feeling guilty for what he did. He could barely look me in the eye. “I can't wait for us to be done with this whole thing,” Michael finally broke the silence. “Me too,” I answered. I'm sure everyone knows why we ended up like this. Some were aware of our history since we were once celebrities. Here, Donovan made it clear that everyone is equal regardless of the life they lived while they were outside. “Do you want to go outside?” “Yes,” I answered quickly. “I feel people are staring too much.” We were about to leave when Donovan

Marietta's POVI had woken up that morning and realized last night was nothing but a dream. I had dreamt of him coming to my hotel room. I just had to pass the night there. I couldn't afford going to the place Mr. Felix my manager has booked for me. I was a bit drunk and celebrities life are being monitored. Going all the way to the place given to me by the company couldn't deny my image. Just as I was about to get out of bed. Clara my personal assistant walked in. "The manager asked of you last night. And why you didn't seem to go to the house," Clara broke the silence. "And what did you say?" "I told him you have some unfinished business," Clara cleared her throat. "Good," Handing over some files to me, I scanned through and noticed that I was still in one way or the other linked to Michael. "And when did the Whitmore invest in the acting world?" "Mr. Felix included them and-" She wasn't done talking when I made my way into the bathroom. "We are going to the whitmore's

Marietta’s POVThe rays of the sun shine brighter.Reflecting through the white curtains which were tossed by the gentle breeze. I yawned and was about to stretch when I realized I wasn't the only one on the bed. “What the–” I covered my mouth in shock.Raising the bed sheet quickly. I realized I was still intact. “Thank God,” I said.Shoving off the bed sheet, I gently picked up my heels and my handbag. “Headache…” I muttered. Placing a head on my head. Last night's memories came crashing back. FLASHBACK “Let her go!” He ordered. Quickly, the hoodlums turned their attention away from me. “You are a fine young man.” Their leader scoffed. Reaching for one of the iron rods on the floor. A fight ensued.“We are sorry!” Was the next word they chroused.“Scram!” The man yelled. Dropping their weapons they all scurried off. My eyes were already dimming when this stranger helped me. But how I ended up in his bed was what I couldn't remember. FLASHBACK FADES “Bella, I'm scared