All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vienna’s POV"Desiree, what kind of trick is this?" I asked, my stomach twisting in disgust and frustration.The actress on Warren’s screen looked like a carbon copy of Desiree. Bleached hair, fake lashes, fake breasts, a plasticky pout. Artificial beauty—something Warren had always claimed wasn’t his type.Desiree raised an eyebrow as she watched my face contort. "Oh wow," she murmured, feigning innocence. "You didn’t know Warren was into… this kind of thing?"I tore my gaze from the screen and glared at her. "Give me the phone."She ignored me, casually turning the screen toward me again. "Look at the date, Vienna. He got this video over a week ago. This wasn’t just a one-time curiosity.""You don’t know that," I snapped, though my voice trembled. "You don’t know what this is. He could’ve—someone else could’ve—""Oh come on." She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "You really think some stranger got a hold of his phone, downloaded this, and just happened to forget it here? Face

Desiree’s POVThe sight of Vienna storming away, her face a mess of fury and heartbreak, was pure satisfaction. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her retreat down the hallway."Looks like you’ll be out of my way for good, missy," I murmured to myself, lips curling into a slow, triumphant smile. "About time."I shut the door with a soft click and turned back toward the bed. Warren still lay sprawled across the mattress, motionless and heavy with sleep. I padded over to him, eyeing his face with a mixture of adoration and irritation. God, he was gorgeous. That strong jawline, the kissable curve of his lips, the faint stubble that gave him that just-rolled-out-of-bed charm. Even unconscious, he exuded heat. His olive-toned skin and naturally sculpted body—so effortlessly masculine—gave him the kind of allure that had haunted my dreams since I was sixteen.I sat beside him, brushing a lock of damp hair off his forehead. "You know, Warren," I sighed, my voice low and wistful.

Vienna’s POVWarren’s face went blank. For a second, he didn’t move—just stared at me as if the ground had cracked open beneath him. His phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the marble floor with a sharp, jarring sound.Suddenly, he lunged forward and grabbed my wrist with a grip so tight it made me flinch."Warren—ow!" I gasped, stumbling as he yanked me toward him. My injured leg buckled, and I winced in pain. "Let go! You’re hurting me!"His grip loosened just slightly, but the rage in his eyes only intensified. "Why the hell are you both soaked?" he barked. "Were you rolling around in the mud with him?!"His voice echoed down the hallway, drawing startled glances from a couple of guests who quickly stepped out of the corridor, whispering among themselves.Fred tried to step protectively in front of me. "Hey, back off," he said, his voice low but firm. "She fell, Warren. I found her curled up in the mud, all by herself."Warren’s eyes darted to him like daggers as he pushed

Vienna’s POVElliot stepped forward. His brow furrowed in concern as Fred subtly gestured toward me, still holding onto my arm for support."Vienna," Elliot asked gently, "are you alright? What happened?"I opened my mouth to respond, but Monica’s voice cut in like a blade."Well, excuse me," she said, turning to Fred with a condescending tilt of her head. "Who are you, exactly? And why are you clinging to my daughter-in-law like some tragic hero?"Fred straightened, not letting go of my arm. "Fred McAllister," he said calmly. "Vienna’s boss, and friend.""Friend?" Warren snorted with bitter sarcasm. "Don’t be modest, Fred. You mean Vienna’s lover."The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot.Fred’s jaw flexed, but he stayed composed. I tightened my grip on his sleeve, willing myself to stay calm."Warren," I said sharply, "stop twisting things."But Warren was already turning to his parents, gesturing toward us wildly like a courtroom prosecutor. "There, see for yourselves!"

Vienna’s POVWe all stood frozen in the doorway. Horror washed over us in waves as our eyes locked onto Desiree. Her soaked robe clung to her body. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, barely audible over Monica’s whailing.Warren, pale and wide-eyed, stood like a statue for a split second before something snapped inside him."Desiree!" he barked, then he charged forward. His knee slammed against the ceramic edge of the tub with a sickening thud, but he didn’t flinch. "I’ve got you, it’s okay, I’ve got you—"He tried to tuck his arms under Desiree’s back and legs to lift her out, but she wouldn’t let him."No! Don’t touch me!" she shrieked, her body erupting into a frenzy of resistance.Her arms thrashed wildly, water splashing up the sides of the tub. "Don’t look at me!" she wailed, her voice cracking as she clawed at Warren’s arms. "Get away! Just leave me alone!"Warren grunted in pain as her nails sliced through the skin on his forearm, red streaks appearing beneath her manicured finger