Alle Kapitel von Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Vienna’s POVAfter hauling a very drunk fire fairy up the stairs—laughing the whole way and tripping twice—I finally got her into my room. Zanele flopped onto my bed in a dramatic heap. I gently removed her glittering crown and unstrapped her delicate wings. She mumbled something about sexy chocolatiers and passed out immediately.Shaking my head with a smile, I tiptoed into the bathroom to strip off my corset and costume. The hot shower felt like heaven against my skin.When I emerged a while later, fresh, warm and wrapped in only a towel, I walked straight into someone."Oops!" I gasped, jumping back a little.Raphaël stood in the hallway, his skeleton makeup slightly smudged from the night. He looked down at me, a crooked grin spreading across his face."Ah, pardon, Mademoiselle Harlequin," he said, stumbling aside with a mock bow. "Or… perhaps I should say Venus from the bath?"I gave a short laugh, suddenly aware of how close we were. "I think I’ve retired from theater for tonigh

Vienna’s POVZanele sat beside me on the couch, one arm wrapped around my shoulder like a protective wing. Raphaël appeared from the kitchen with a mug of steaming cacao. He handed it to me with a quiet nod. The warmth of the cup was comforting, but my insides still felt frozen."I just can’t believe it," I muttered, staring into the swirls of chocolate. "He really thinks he gets to ask for another chance? Just because he finally realized I was right all along?"Zanele let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. "You did well, Vienna. Honestly, you should’ve hung up the second you saw his name. This man is not worth your time, your energy, or even a single pixel on your screen."I gave a tired laugh, but it didn’t reach my eyes. "He is the father of my baby though," I said softly, instinctively placing my hand on my growing belly.That silenced the room for a moment. Until Raphaël scoffed, shaking his head. "With all due respect, a child is better off with a strong, loving single moth

Vienna’s POVThe weeks passed in a gentle blur as Paris shed its golden autumn skin and wrapped itself in a wintery blanket. The bakery, once bathed in oranges and browns, had transformed into a twinkling Christmas paradise.Meanwhile, my belly grew rounder with each passing day. The little flutters inside had grown into strong kicks that startled me when I least expected it. What a strange and magical thing—to carry a little life, a little boy, inside me.At Le Cordon Bleu, I had somehow managed to rise to one of the top students of the semester. Raphaël never treated me differently, at least not publicly, but our occasional motorbike rides hadn’t gone unnoticed.One morning, as I was walking to campus after hopping off his bike two blocks early, I heard a voice behind me."I saw you get off that thing again," came Chloé’s voice, saccharine sweet.I turned calmly. "It’s called a motorbike, Chloé.""Right, right," she said with a smirk. "You and Professor Delacour must be getting very

Vienna’s POVAs we waited for the ambulance, Raphaël crouched beside Harold, gently rolling him into the recovery position with careful hands. "Come on, mon vieux, just breathe," he murmured under his breath, checking Harold’s pulse again. He glanced up at me. "I think it might be a heart attack.""Heart attack?" I echoed, my voice hollow with disbelief."He’s still breathing. Pulse is steady. That’s a good sign," Raphaël added, trying to reassure us. "He’s unconscious, but he’s hanging in there."Fred crouched nearby, visibly shaken. "This can’t be happening…"Then I heard it—a faint, tinny voice echoing from somewhere in the bakery. I turned, following the sound to the corner of the floor, where Harold’s phone had slid from his hand. The screen was still lit up with an active call."Harold?! Harold?!" a sharp voice barked from the speaker.I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear. "Eleanor?" I asked gently.There was a pause. "Who is this? Where’s Harold?" she snapped."This i

Warren’s POVMy father and I sat at the long, empty dining table. Just the two of us. A lone Christmas tree twinkled quietly in the corner.Charles brought out our desserts, setting our plates down gently before retreating to the kitchen. The silence between my father and me stretched long and heavy, thick with unspoken feelings. This Christmas wasn’t what either of us had hoped for. No Monica or Desiree to fill the void with their endless chatter. No Vienna sitting beside me in a dazzling dress, stealing my breath with just a smile.I glanced across the table. My father stared into his dessert like he might find answers in the swirl of whipped cream. I cleared my throat."I, uh… I found out something," I said slowly. "About Vienna. A little while ago."His eyes lifted to meet mine, cautious. "What is it?""She’s… pregnant."He nearly choked on his spoon. "Pregnant?!"I nodded, not trusting myself to say more right away.He blinked. "You mean… you’re going to be a father?"I hesitate