All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cyrus Blackwood I wasn't planning on coming. That was the lie I had been telling everyone all week. Ryan. Lucas. Ethan. Even myself. The truth was far more pathetic. I had spent almost two hours standing in front of my wardrobe trying to convince myself that skipping prom was the mature thing to do. Wren had made herself painfully clear the last time we'd spoken. Leave me alone long enough to prove it. Those words had haunted me every single day since then. Every time I reached for my phone to text her, I heard her voice in my head and forced myself to put it back down. So I stayed away. I stopped following her around campus. Stopped finding excuses to talk to her. Stopped interfering. God, it was torture. Ryan had even joked that I looked like a kicked puppy lately. I would've punched him if he hadn't been right. By the time we arrived at the ballroom, the place was already packed. Music echoed through the hall while expensive chandeliers bathed everything in warm gol

Wren CarterI had almost started relaxing.Almost.The dance with Adrian hadn't been nearly as horrible as I'd imagined. In fact, it had been... nice. He hadn't made anything awkward, hadn't pushed any boundaries, and when the song ended, he'd simply smiled before thanking me as though I had done him some grand favor.It was refreshing.Normal.Exactly what I had needed.Afterward, Gen immediately dragged me toward the refreshment table, insisting I looked like I was seconds away from fainting from nerves."Drink something before you pass out," she ordered, shoving a glass of juice into my hands."I'm not going to pass out.""You say that now."I rolled my eyes but took a sip anyway.The ballroom buzzed with excitement around us. Music drifted through the air while students laughed, danced, and crowded around the stage near the center of the hall.Then the lights dimmed.A microphone squealed."Oh!" Gen gasped."It's time!""For what?"She looked at me like I'd grown another head."Th

Wren Carter The moment the music came to an end, I quietly slipped my hand out of Cyrus's.For one brief second, his fingers tightened ever so slightly around mine, almost as though he wasn't ready to let go.Then he did.I stepped back, creating the distance I desperately needed.Without another word, I offered him the smallest nod I could manage before turning around and walking away.I didn't dare look back.If I did...I had a feeling I'd find him staring at me again.And for some reason, tonight, I wasn't sure my heart could handle another one of those looks.I slowly made my way toward the refreshment tables where Gen had disappeared earlier. My mind refused to quiet down. Every few seconds, I found myself replaying the dance in my head. The way Cyrus had guided me effortlessly across the floor. The way he hadn't tried to show off or make a scene. The way he'd looked at me as if I were... precious.It didn't make sense.Nothing about him made sense anymore."You look like your

Wren CarterMy head felt like someone had split it open with a hammer.A groan escaped my lips before I even opened my eyes.Everything hurt.My temples.My throat.Even my eyelids felt heavy.I squeezed my eyes shut again, hoping the pounding would disappear.It didn't.Slowly, I forced myself to sit up.The room around me immediately came into focus.White walls.A large window with expensive curtains.Dark wooden furniture.A bookshelf lined with novels.None of it looked familiar.My heartbeat instantly accelerated."...What?"I looked around again.This wasn't my apartment.It wasn't Gen's apartment either.My breathing quickened.The bed beneath me was far too comfortable.The room far too luxurious.The clothes I was wearing were still the same dress from prom, though someone had draped a soft blanket over me.The memory made my stomach drop.Prom.The dance.The drink...After that—Nothing.Absolutely nothing.Ice spread through my veins."Oh God..."I threw the blanket aside

Wren CarterI hated getting dressed when I didn't even know where I was going.For the last fifteen minutes, I'd been standing in front of my bedroom mirror with three different outfits scattered across my bed, wondering why I had agreed to this in the first place. Adrian's phone call earlier had been anything but helpful."Wren, I really need you to come.""Where?""I'll explain when you get here.""Adrian...""Please."That one word had made me give in.He wasn't the kind of person who exaggerated things, which meant if he was calling something urgent, then it probably was. Still, that didn't explain why he'd insisted I change out of my usual hoodie and jeans.I stared at my reflection again."You are seriously overthinking this," I muttered to myself.Maybe I was.Maybe he just didn't want me showing up looking like I'd survived three all-night study sessions—which, to be fair, I practically had.With a sigh, I reached for a simple sage-green dress hanging from my wardrobe. It wasn