All Chapters of The Bad Boy’s Regret: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

GABRIELEarlier.I almost tracked them. I had my phone in my hand, Wayne’s stupid smug face still burned in to my brain from the pic, from the way he looked at her like she was a trophy he’d already won, and for a second I genuinely considered it, just tracking them, just seeing where they went, just making sure he didn’t touch her in a way that would make me lose control, but instead I threw my phone on my bed and opened my laptop and stared at the project Monica and I had to finish, because numbers they were safer than jealousy, and if I focused hard enough maybe the image of Wayne’s lips on hers would blur out.“Focus,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my face. “It’s just a project.” It wasn’t just a project. It was the only thing stopping me from doing something stupid.So I worked. I read every article twice. I rewrote the introduction three times. I fixed the formatting like it personally offended me. I kept my head down and my tone normal, like I hadn’t imagined punch

MONICA “You came,” I said into his suit, voice muffled. "I thought you'd bail."He pulled back slightly to look at me. “On prom night?” he said, almost offended. “That’s insane.”“I didn’t know,” I admitted. “You’ve been…”“Quiet,” he finished.“Yeah.”He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear gently. “You look beautiful.” I swallowed. “I didn’t expect you to come.” He frowned slightly. “Monica.”“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “For everything. For not telling you sooner. For making you feel like—” He shook his head. “It’s fine.”“It’s not.”“It is,” he insisted softly. “We’ll figure it out. Not tonight.”I searched his face for cracks but all I saw was sincerity and something else underneath it. Determination maybe. “Okay,” I whispered.He opened the passenger door for me with a small bow. “After you.”The drive to prom felt shorter than usual. My nerves shifted from fear to excitement, bubbling under my skin. When we pulled up, the venue looked unreal. Lights draped from the ceiling li

MONICAProm night ended in a blur of glitter and music that lingered too long in my ears, the kind that makes your head buzz even after the lights go out. Damian and I drove home in near silence, just letting the city noise wrap around us, his hand occasionally brushing mine but neither of us making it official. When we finally got to my doorstep, he stopped and looked at me, tired eyes glinting in the streetlight.“That was… intense,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah,” I agreed softly, trying to read him. “Are you… really okay with me accepting the program abroad?” He shrugged like it was nothing, but I saw the tiny flicker of worry in his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be?”“I… I just… I don’t know what it would mean for us,” I said, twisting the strap of my dress nervously. “I don’t want you thinking I’d leave you behind or that I care more about this stupid program than… us.”He shook his head, stepping closer. “Monica, I’m okay with it. Actually…” He hesitated, and my hear