All Chapters of His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Marietta’s POV The rays of the sun lit the whole room as I yawned tirelessly. Where am I? Memories from last night came crashing. “I slept with Gloria? Fuck! What was I thinking?” I ran my hands through my hair. Frustration sets in as I look beside me to see that my valuables have been stolen. “She took my Cartier wristwatch. My necklace and even my suit?” I muttered to myself. I should have known. There was something fishy about her. She had only left my phone. For one reason or the other. I don't know why. My phone started to buzz as notifications started to come in. [Mr. Whitmore, the whole staff members have concluded. And we won't be working for you anymore. Best wishes] “They can't be serious?” I muttered to myself. Getting off the bed. I made my way out of the room. It was then I realized I was in a hotel. “Gloria!” I seethed. I dashed out of the hotel room and made my way outside. “My car? She went with it too?” I gasped. I've lost everything once again. My i

Marietta's POV “Please save my daughter. She's all I have,” I cried out. Watching the nurses taking in my daughter's unconscious body inside. I broke down in tears as I ran alongside them. Pushing the stretcher with them. “Please, save her.” I cried out. Just as I watched them push her into the theater room, Bella called from behind. “Hey, sweet,” “Bella!” I ran towards her and burst into tears. “I killed her. My daughter…” “Hey, you didn't. She will be fine. Trust me. The doctors here are good.” Bella comforted me. What would I have done without Bella? Being a single mother from a very small age. Having to suffer for years before reaching the peak of my career. Now Gloria wants me and my daughter dead. Just because he wanted my ex? “Have you heard the news?” Bella asked. Quickly wiping off my tears I sniffed hard. “I know my daughter's news is all over the place. Bella, what should I do?” I asked. My heart raced faster as my gaze shifted from the theater light back t

Marietta’s POV “What do you say?” He asked again. I was about to respond when I heard Bella’s footsteps. I quickly hung up and pretended nothing happened. I was shivering so badly that Bella had to get me some of her clothes. “Here,” she stretched the cup of coffee towards me. “Thanks,” I gently placed the cup of coffee on the table while I changed into a new set of dry clothes. I watched Bella aim for the room, and the next minute, she was back with a hair dryer. “Your hair is wet.” She broke the silence. “Thanks,” was all I could say. The silence continued for a long time. And only the air dryer alone was the sound that filled the air. “Marietta,” “I'm listening,” I answered bluntly. I'm not sure what my feelings are right now. But I could tell I was losing interest in everything. “We are at risk,” Bella started. A conversation I wasn't ready to listen to. I felt so angry within myself. But I knew someone had to say it. I've got nothing to lose but Bella still has

Marietta’s POV I feel so lost and confused. Blinded by revenge, and sorry for the past. Could this be a way of making up for the past? Or a way of getting my revenge on everyone who has hurt me in one way or the other? Maybe I was just doing too much. “I'm sorry,” “No. Don't be sorry.” Michael reached out to me. “I abandoned you. No, I abandoned you and Valerie,” Michael broke down in tears. “I wasn't thinking,” Michael grabbed my hand. “I made you lose your baby. Our daughter. And, I'm sorry about it,” I bursted into tears. I've never seen Michael this sober. Those days he came to me were the saddest time of my life. I had lots of work on my desk. I was mad at him for abandoning us. And right now, things are getting so messy. Now that we are in this situation, are we just going to abandon this mission? “What do we do?” I asked, wiping off my tears. “We can just tell them we are not interested anymore,” Michael suggested.“They don't look like they are going to let us

Marietta’s POV I feel so lost and confused. Blinded by revenge, and sorry for the past. Could this be a way of making up for the past? Or a way of getting my revenge on everyone who has hurt me in one way or the other? Maybe I was just doing too much. “I'm sorry,” “No. Don't be sorry.” Michael reached out to me. “I abandoned you. No, I abandoned you and Valerie,” Michael broke down in tears. “I wasn't thinking,” Michael grabbed my hand. “I made you lose your baby. Our daughter. And, I'm sorry about it,” I bursted into tears. I've never seen Michael this sober. Those days he came to me were the saddest time of my life. I had lots of work on my desk. I was mad at him for abandoning us. And right now, things are getting so messy. Now that we are in this situation, are we just going to abandon this mission? “What do we do?” I asked, wiping off my tears. “We can just tell them we are not interested anymore,” Michael suggested.“They don't look like they are going to let us