All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vienna’s POVI finished my shift with a tired exhale, peeling off my flour-dusted chef’s uniform in the quiet of the employee lounge. My limbs ached with the kind of weariness that came from more than just standing all day. It had been a heavy couple of days. I reached for my beige cardigan, soft and familiar, and slipped it on over my tank top. As I adjusted the sleeves, my phone buzzed against the bench.The screen lit up with a sponsored ad: "Pursue Your Dreams at Le Cordon Bleu – Apply Now!"I hesitated, thumb hovering before I tapped the link. The page opened to "Application Requirements." Glossy images of pristine kitchens and polished desserts filled the screen. A small ache bloomed in my chest. Was this what I needed? Was I lacking something that no talent or hard work could ever replace?Just then, the door creaked open. Fred stepped in, casually wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes immediately found me. "There you are," he said with a tired smile. "I’ve been looking for yo

Vienna’s POVA week later, I was in the middle of packing my suitcase. A mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in my chest. I folded the final piece of clothing with care, smoothing it before placing it neatly on top of the rest.Just as I zipped the suitcase shut, the sharp chime of the doorbell rang through the villa. I frowned, glancing toward the window. Still dark outside.“Visitors? At this hour?” I muttered to myself, slipping into the hallway. It wasn’t even dawn yet—we were supposed to get an early start for our anniversary getaway. Maybe it was the driver, arriving early.I turned the corner just in time to see Desiree at the door. She was already dressed in a sleek cream blouse and pleated skirt, her hair curled and her makeup flawlessly applied. She wore the kind of smile that could have been airbrushed onto a billboard—practiced, gleaming, just a little too wide.Was she going out too? Or…?“Mom, stepdad, welcome!” she beamed.I stopped cold. “Mom? Stepdad?” I echoed

Vienna’s POVI knew exactly what she was doing. Another carefully calculated provocation. Her fingers traced along the contours of Warren’s skin as though she were painting something intimate.I sat frozen for a beat, my stomach tightening. Then I cleared my throat—loudly.Warren jerked upright, reaching for the sunscreen. “Des, seriously. I can handle it myself.”She didn’t stop. “Oh, I don’t mind,” she said breezily, her voice sugary-sweet. “It’s what sisters do, right? Take care of family?”I stood then, keeping my voice even, but each word was laced with steel. “Desiree, I think Warren’s good. Why don’t you go slather yourself in SPF 90 and keep your hands off my husband?”Her eyes flicked up to mine, and for a fraction of a second, her smile cracked—just slightly. But it returned, sharp and practiced.Warren reached for the towel and subtly shifted away. “Yeah, thanks, but I’ve got it,” he said, dabbing at his leg.Desiree straightened slowly. “Suit yourself,” she said with a wink

Vienna’s POVI soaked alone in the hot spring, the swirling steam curling around me like misty fingers. I let my head tilt back against the smooth stone edge, eyes closed, surrendering to the rare moment of peace. The tension in my shoulders slowly started melting away.A few feet away, the soft murmur of voices drifted toward me. I cracked my eyes open slightly and saw a young couple nestled together in the far corner of the pool.The husband gently traced small circles on his wife’s belly, their foreheads almost touching. "I can’t wait to meet her, darling. I hope she has your smile," the man said tenderly, barely audible above the steam."And your patience," the woman murmured back with a soft laugh.Their eyes glistened with shared anticipation, glowing with dreams of a shared future, a growing family. My chest tightened. Something inside me stirred—an ache of yearning, and something else… a spark of resolve. Without thinking, I placed a hand over my own slightly rounded belly.

Warren’s POVI returned to the hotel suite after my swim. It had been invigorating—just what I needed. But now that the adrenaline had faded, a different kind of restlessness took hold."Vienna?" I called softly as I stepped inside, hoping to find her curled up on the sofa or brushing her hair by the vanity.But the room was empty. I exhaled slowly, disappointment creeping in. I had half-expected she might be here, waiting. It had been so long since I’d held her, touched her. Since she had truly let me in. And not just emotionally.Even after she forgave me, she hadn’t let me cross that final threshold again. We talked, we laughed, we played our roles in front of others. But in private? She was distant. Guarded. Insecure. Always in oversized sweaters and shapeless dresses, as though hiding from the world—and from me, too.I sat down at the edge of the bed and ran my fingers through my hair, sighing. "She must be blind," I muttered under my breath. "Doesn’t she know how damn beautiful