Chapter 11 - A Seat at Their Table

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  Warren’s POVI couldn’t sleep last night. The honeymoon suite was too quiet. The kingbed too empty. As the sun crested over the hills beyond the wide window, I wandered aimlessly through the room. My fingers brushed against the forgotten wedding ring in my pocket—her ring. I couldn’t bring myself to leave it lying there on the corridor floor. And yet, I had no idea what to do with it now."Damn it, Vienna. How could you?" I muttered.I opened the closet to get dressed for the day. Tucked away in a shadowed corner, some of her clothes still hung, forgotten. My fingers hovered, then closed around one of her favorite white shirts.Despite myself, I lifted it to my face and breathed her in. Her scent still lingered. Sweet. Familiar. Intoxicating.And yet, it felt like poison now. She’d hurt me. She’d cut through not just me, but my entire family. Showing up with Fred at our anniversary, flinging accusations I couldn’t unhear, almost getting Desiree killed.And now? Was she in Fred’s room

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  Vienna’s POVA part of me hesitated. Harold McAllister had been acting oddly ever since he saw me. Still, curiosity prickled at my skin. Despite the nerves stirring in my chest, I nodded. "Alright."I followed Harold to a quiet corner near the back of the restaurant. The moment we sat down, I folded my hands in my lap and spoke first. "I want to be clear, Mr. McAllister… I’m leaving for France soon. I’ve been accepted into Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. I won’t be interfering in Fred’s life anymore. Or Ashley’s. So no need to worry—I won’t be part of your family’s story."He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he studied my face with an intensity that made me shift in my chair. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than I expected. Gentle, even."I’m not here to talk about that," he said, shaking his head. "It’s… something else entirely."I frowned. "Something else?"He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "That photo Ashley sent us—it was grainy. I couldn’t see your face clearl

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  Vienna’s POVMrs. McAllister let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, Harold," she muttered, immediately bending down with a napkin to dab at the coffee stains. "You’re getting old, darling. Your hands aren’t what they used to be."Fred’s father didn’t respond. He remained frozen, staring straight at me. His eyes were wide with something that looked alarmingly close to recognition. Or disbelief. Or both.Not a word passed his lips as his wife fussed around his legs, muttering about dry cleaning and ruined leather.Fred stepped forward, noticing the odd tension in his father's expression. He assumed his father was upset with me over the Ashley incident."Dad," Fred said gently, placing a hand on his father’s back. "Look, I know you're probably not thrilled about what happened with Ashley, but please don’t take it out on Vienna. She didn’t do anything wrong."Still, Harold McAllister said nothing. His gaze didn’t flicker. Didn’t blink.Fred frowned deeper. "Come on, Dad. Let’s all just sit down

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  Vienna’s POVAs we drove back to Kingsford, Fred kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye. The low hum of the engine filled the silence between us. Finally, he spoke."You really don’t have to come with me to see my parents," he said gently, keeping his tone light but firm. "This isn’t your burden to carry, Vienna. I can explain things myself."I looked over at him, resolute. "But it is mine to carry. At least partly," I replied. "It was my conflict with Ashley that put you in this position. I can’t let them think it was all your fault."Fred let out a quiet sigh, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "What happened to you back at the estate... it was more than enough for anyone to deal with. You’ve been through hell, Vienna. You should be resting, not walking into another confrontation.""I will rest," I promised, managing a faint smile. "Just… not yet. I need to face this first."As the car slowed to a stop in front of Fred’s restaurant, I felt a strange flutter of ner

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  Desiree’s POV"Your parents and brother are just outside, Miss," the doctor said as he stepped back from the bed, tugging off his gloves. His tone was low, with an oily kind of satisfaction clinging to it. "I gave them the news. Exactly as you wished."His eyes lingered on me a moment too long. The corners of his lips tugged upward into something that was supposed to be professional… but wasn’t.I blinked up at him, summoning my most charming smile. The one that made men do things they wouldn’t otherwise dream of. "Thank you for your cooperation, Doc," I said sweetly, a breathy lilt in my voice.With a graceful flick of my wrist, I reached up into my tousled bun—the only part of me that was still dry—and pulled out my hidden checkbook. His eyes widened slightly, clearly impressed. I scribbled down a number that would ensure his silence and continued loyalty, then tore it off with a practiced elegance."Your discretion means the world to me," I added with a wink as I handed it over.

• Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy   Chapter 112 - Close Call

  Warren’s POVI rushed Desiree into the resort’s clinic. Her soaked robe clung to her trembling frame as I carried her in my arms. The moment we stepped through the doors, I called out."She’s bleeding! Her wrist!" I barked, my voice raw with urgency.A nurse quickly wheeled over a gurney while another adjusted an oxygen mask over her face."Emergency case! Possible wrist laceration!" they called out."Get her to Bay 3, now!"They wheeled her off and disappeared behind the curtain to the emergency room. I tried to follow, but a nurse held up her hand, barring me."I’m sorry, sir. You’ll need to wait outside.""But I—" I started, then stopped. What good would arguing do? I stood there, helpless, watching them swarm around her through the narrow glass window.I staggered to the wall and slumped against it. Breathless, drenched, and shaken to the core. The hallway around me buzzed faintly with voices and intercoms, but all I could hear was my own guilt pounding in my ears.What the hell ju