All Chapters of Only Regrets: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Suddenly, I feel a sharp cramp in my stomach. Already dealing with high fever, abdominal pain, muscle and joint pain, now I feel uneasy about the added discomfort. It might be my menstrual cramps. I check and my suspicion confirms. I'm wanting to curse god at this moment. I can't tolerate anything anymore. Why this now? I don't even have pads. I feel anxious and uncomfortable at this moment. Reaching out for Ethan's phone, I search for Alex’s number and call him as Ethan told me to do. I don't have anyone who I can lean on for help other than Ethan. Neither my best friend Emily nor my boyfriend Aiden. The only two persons I believed most—have hurt me in the worst way possible. Though, I never asked Aiden to help me. I never told him about my periods. Were we truly boyfriend-girlfriend? There wasn't anything like a relationship between us. I think I never considered him as my boyfriend. What I felt for him was just friendship—not love, I guess. I mistook my feelings for him. “Belle

Ethan slowly lays me down in the bed and washes his hands in the sink of the room. After sanitizing his hands, he takes a seat next to me and places a tablet in my mouth. He lifts the glass of water near my mouth, letting me drink from it. I swallow the tablet. I don't like medicines. I would never take medicine if any other person would be giving me, but I don't want to trouble Ethan anymore, that's why I didn't protest. I used to throw up medicines. Oh my god! I have literally changed too much. If my parents saw me like this, they'd never believe I'm their same picky, fussy daughter. “Ethan, how did you hack the phone? Can you tell me?” I ask curiously, breaking the ice. “You clicked on a malicious link, and your phone got hacked,” he says, laying me down in the bed. “Is it that easy? Can you teach me how to do that?” “Why do you want to learn it? Do you want to hack someone?” he asks, looking into my eyes.“Yes,” I say, squinting my eyes. “I want to hack you. You don't say any

After making the necessary arrangements, my father prepares for our journey back to Bulgaria. As we board, the cabin is filled with a sense of quiet determination. My father settles beside me, ensuring I am as comfortable as possible. His personal assistant, a few close aides, and the nurse accompany us. The jet takes off smoothly. Despite the turbulence of the past few weeks, there is a certain calm in knowing that I am heading to a place where I can focus entirely on my recovery.The flight is serene, and I allow myself to rest, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety about the road to recovery ahead. My father’s reassurance and the comfort of the jet make the transition from hospital to home feel like a hopeful new beginning.The private jet lands smoothly in Sofia, and as we disembark, I can’t help but feel a mix of relief and anticipation. My father’s luxurious car awaits on the tarmac, and we make our way to our home.Once we arrive, he carefully helps me from the car and into my r

After spending four months here in Sofia, I’m feeling so much better and can’t wait to get back to school. What I’m looking forward to the most is seeing Ethan. I miss him so much and can’t wait to be back at school where I can see him again. The thought of reuniting with him keeps me motivated and excited as I recover.Packing my things in Sofia is bittersweet. My room, with the posters of models, my library shelves, and the beautiful mirror where I did my makeup—all these have been part of my healing journey. As I fold my clothes and place them into my suitcase, each item reminds me of the struggle and the progress I've made.My father helps with the last of my bags. He has been my rock through all of this. Now, as we prepare to leave for NYC, I see the worry in his eyes mixed with pride. Boarding the private jet, I take a last look at Sofia, a city that has become a part of me.The flight to NYC is long, giving me time to reflect. Leaving Sofia feels like closing a chapter filled w

I take steps backwards, and as my feet touch the couch, I collapse onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Aiden tries to speak, but I can’t hear him through the sound of my own heartbreak.I just sit here, feeling lost and broken. The anger I felt moments ago is gone, replaced by an overwhelming numbness. I can’t find the will to think or react—only the dull ache in my chest and the silence around me.Aiden approaches me and kneels down in front of me. “Slap me a thousand times more, but trust me…I love you,” he says, brushing his fingers on my feet. “Please, give me a chance. I will never hurt you again.”I'm just staring at Aiden as he talks, but his words barely register. I feel numb, like I’m in a daze. The pain in my heart is so overwhelming that I can’t even process it fully. It’s like a dull, constant ache that won’t go away, no matter how much I cry or scream."My mother used to say that when I will grow up, a prince will come, riding a white horse from the moon, to sweep me