บททั้งหมดของ Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Vienna’s POVLast night, he said he’d be back. He didn’t.And I—God help me—I actually waited."Long night, V?" Bella asked, side-eyeing me as I tried to stifle a yawn. Not only was Bella my best friend, she was also my right hand at the bakery. We’d built this little dream together. Though if I was honest, that dream had only become reality because of Warren’s generous sponsorship.I gave a tired nod. "Yeah…" I hesitated, watching her line up a tray of croissants. "Warren didn’t come home last night. Desiree was in the hospital."Her hands stopped mid-motion. "Oh…" Her voice dropped, gentle now. "Is she okay?""She had a miscarriage." The words left my mouth flatter than I intended."That’s… that’s awful." Bella frowned, biting her lip. Her gaze flicked to the floor, then back to me. As if she was debating something."What is it, Bell?" I asked, studying her face.She hesitated, then cleared her throat. "I, um… I wasn’t sure if I should even mention this. But I saw Warren and Desire

Vienna’s POVI stared down at the mess of clothes. Why was Warren’s navy hoodie sprawled among Desiree’s lace nightgowns, his white shirt tangled up in thongs?Behind me, Desiree spoke, her voice syrupy."Oh, thanks for getting that, Vienna. Appreciate it," she said with a breezy smile. Before I could react, she’d already turned toward Warren. "Can you help me inside, big brother? I’m still feeling a bit lightheaded."She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, leaning on him like she was a war victim. I watched them walk away together."I’m not your damn maid," I muttered under my breath as I knelt beside the open suitcase.The butler must’ve heard me. He gave me a knowing smile and said, "Why don’t you go ahead, miss Vienna. I’ll take care of this."A blush crept up my cheeks. "Sorry, Charles," I said quickly, managing a sheepish smile. "Let me help you."Together, we packed everything back into the suitcase. Everything except for Warren’s shirts, which I gathered into my arms.

Vienna’s POVI pushed the door open, my breath catching in my throat.There they were—Warren and Desiree—frozen in a position I never thought I'd witness. Warren was behind her, his bare chest pressed against her back, his face turned slightly toward the mirror. Desiree wore nothing but a thin, lacy sleep dress, her body bent slightly forward. Their skin was slick with sweat, or was it something else? The scene felt wrong, too intimate. Warren’s lower half was still dressed in pants, but his upper body was marked with faint scratches, red against his skin, as if he'd been grabbed too roughly. I swallowed hard, my voice shaking. "What... what is this?"They both turned slowly, like they hadn’t heard me come in, or like they didn’t care.They didn’t separate. Warren didn’t move a muscle, his arm still loosely wrapped around her. The way they looked at me—like it was all normal—was the worst part.My breath hitched. "You... you’re just going to... stand there?"Warren’s eyes flicker

Warren’s POVVienna lay with her back to me, her body tense beneath the blanket. In the dim light, I watched her shoulders rise and fall. Then I heard it—a quiet sigh, tight and dissatisfied, as she tugged the covers up to her neck.I wanted to reach for her. Say something. Explain.“V, I—” I began, my voice soft.She cut me off without turning. “Don’t, Warren. I don’t want to hear anything right now. I just want to sleep.”The finality in her tone hit harder than I expected. I let the silence swallow us.It felt like, in just a few days, the space between us had stretched into something immeasurable. How did we end up here?Minutes passed, maybe more. I don’t know how long I lay there staring at the ceiling. Then it came again—the now-familiar stab in my chest. Not sharp, but deep and persistent, like a warning knock behind my ribs.“Ow…” A quiet groan slipped from my lips. I could only hope Vienna was already asleep.I hadn’t told her about the surgery—for a reason. I didn’t want her

Vienna’s POVI tried to shake off Desiree’s silent comment as I followed them into the dining area. Two plates were already on the table when I took a seat. One plate held a heart-shaped fried egg, yolk perfectly centered, garnished with a touch of chopped herbs. That one sat in front of Warren. Desiree set the second plate down in front of herself. There was no third plate. No breakfast for me. I stared at the table for a moment, half-expecting someone to say something.“Oh! Sorry, Vienna,” Desiree said, with theatrical surprise. Her tone was sweet, but only because Warren was there. “I thought you’d already eaten.”Right. As if she hadn’t clearly been the first one up this morning.I gave her a tired smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “No problem. I’ll make myself something.”Warren offered me a weary smile, as if he were apologizing on Desiree’s behalf.I turned and walked back into the kitchen. The egg carton was still out on the counter, one burner still warm. I cracked an e