All Chapters of Only Regrets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Belle…” Ethan's voice guards me off, pulling me back to reality from my thoughts. I wipe my tears and my bleeding nose in a hurry, and wash my hands. I don't want him to see my bleeding nose. He'll stubbornly take me to the hospital. I can do anything in this world, but can't go to the hospital. I hate medicines and hospitals. They'll kill me. “Belle,” he says again, now his voice sounding more clearer and louder, sending shivers down my spine. I overturn and see him there, standing in front of me. I manage to fake a smile on my face, to hide my tense expressions. “You okay?” he asks, taking steps towards me. I nod and embrace him in my arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck. My heart is sinking down. My instincts are telling me something is wrong with my body, but I don't want him to get to know about it. “Is your body aching?” he asks calmly, caressing my head. “Yes, it is. I want to take a rest,” I murmur, choking with emotions. “Okay, let me help you

Aiden takes me to his apartment after buying medicines for me from a drugstore. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I told him to drop me at the dorm, but he didn't let me go. He helps me enter the bedroom and lays me down in his bed. As he turns to go, I hold on his wrist hurriedly. He turns to see me and settles beside me on the bed. My heart is still aching from Ethan's betrayal, and at this moment I don't have courage to be alone. My heart has shattered into a deep million pieces. The betrayal cut deep, leaving me numb and lost. Tears stream down all over my face uncontrollably, my body shaking with disbelief and pain. Every lie he said is replaying in my mind like a cruel echo. I need to feel something other than the hurt. I need someone's closure, for something to dull the ache inside. I embrace Aiden in my arms, trembling from my constant sobs. He hugs me back, and caresses my head. The touch of his hands is trying to comfort me, but it doesn't seem to work. I'm still feeli

In the morning, when I wake up, my head feels heavy. I feel miserable, my body burning with high fever, and my head throbbing painfully. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Standing up from the bed, I run inside the washroom as my stomach churns, the discomfort is unbearable. I can't hold back, and soon throw up in the washbasin. As I see my reflection in the mirror, my heart sinks down. This is not me. I used to look pretty even after waking up. But today, my eyes are red and swollen, and my face has turned dark, losing its usual glow. Tears well up in my eyes witnessing my miserable condition. Suddenly, my nose begins to bleed, and I collapse on my knees, losing all my strength to stand still.I don't have any strength left in my body. I don't know if I'll live or die soon. I grasp the washbasin, and manage to stand up somehow. After washing my nose and my mouth, I again walk inside the room and lay down in the bed, hugging myself tightly, not wanting to do anything. The discomfort i

As Aiden pulls away from the hug and wipes his tears from his face. I slip out the diamond ring from my finger that he gave me, and place it in his palm, holding on his wrist. “I can't keep it anymore. It doesn't belong to me,” I say, looking into his eyes. “I bought it for you. It belongs to you,” he says as he grabs my hand, and slips the ring again in my finger. “You are the owner now. I don't want it back.” But, I don't want to keep it. And then, before I can protest against him, his apartment's door bell rings. “Let me check who's that?” he says, rising up from the bed; and he emerges outside the room, leaving me alone there. Suddenly, I hear abrupt noises outside the room. The fight, the punches, and the growls. “Where's Belle? I need to see if she's safe or not?” A loud voice echoes in the place. “Get out of here. She's safe,” Aiden's voice catches my attention. He's shouting at someone, but whom? “I will not go anywhere till I have a talk with her. I don't believe sh

Inasmuch as I slowly open my eyes feeling the same ache of pain throughout my body, I realize I am laying on a bed in a hospital room. The walls are a sterile white, and the faint hum of the medical equipment fills the air. Turning my head slightly, I see Ethan sitting on the chair beside me, holding my hand gently, his warmth comforting me. I notice a thin tube attached to the veins on the back of my hand, delivering glucose in my system.“Ethan,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He looks at me and his lips curl into a smile. “You're awake,” he murmurs softly, squeezing my hand gently. “You’re really sick. The doctors think it might be dengue, but we're still waiting for blood results.”I feel gratitude and emotion wash over me. Despite the pain, having Ethan beside me makes me feel better. “Thank you,” I murmur, tightening my grip on his hand. “But you should go now. I'll take care of myself.”I don't want to trouble him. I know he's worried about me; but still, the lover girl