Semua Bab Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Vienna’s POVNoah’s brows shot up in disbelief. "What? No! Of course not. Why would you even think that?"I met his eyes, trying to keep my voice calm, but the edge crept in anyway. "Because Warren called me. Just now. From what sounded like… an airport."Zanele froze mid-bite. Harold looked between us. Bella’s eyes widened."Wait. You actually think I told him?" Noah leaned forward, his tone defensive. "You think I would do that to you? Seriously?""You’ve been acting weird all week," I shot back. "You keep bringing him up like you're trying to make me feel guilty. I don’t know what to believe anymore.""I’ve been weird?" he echoed, incredulous. "I’ve been worried about him, Vienna. That’s what friends do. That doesn’t mean I’m secretly feeding intel to your ex."I folded my arms. "Are you sure about that? Because I remember very clearly that you didn’t give a damn about your own hotel’s privacy rules when you gave him my room number.""That was different!" he snapped, color rising in

Raphaël’s POVVienna’s deep blue eyes locked onto mine, driving me mad with desire. I could see the hesitancy flickering in them, the uncertainty at war with something else. Passion. Need. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and the heat between us. The one we’d both been pretending not to feel.Mon Dieu, I’d wanted this woman from the moment I watched her enter La Praline. Her effortless elegance, that fire in her eyes. The delicate curve of her lips as she savored her first Parisian breakfast.Now, here she was—shivering beside me under this archway, so close I could almost feel her heartbeat. Her full, perfect lips parted slightly. A breath escaped her, soft and steamy in the icy air. She smelled like a dream.I moved closer. Slowly. Carefully. Until my face was inches from hers.She tilted her head up. Closed her eyes.Oh oui… She wants this.My heart thundered in my chest as I leaned in, my breath mingling with hers.But just before my lips could melt into hers, she pull

Vienna’s POVInstantly, images of Warren and Desiree flickered through my mind—laughing, whispering, bodies leaning into each other like it meant nothing. Like I wasn’t standing right there.God, no. I couldn’t do this again.Just when I thought I might be ready—ready to open myself to the strange pull between Raphaël and me—this woman appeared. Gorgeous, poised, already close. I hesitated on the threshold, half a second from turning around and walking straight back into the cold. But then Raphaël looked up. His eyes lit up the moment they landed on me."Vienna!" he said, jumping to his feet. "You’re back!"I swallowed hard and forced my voice steady, but it came out smaller than I wanted. "Yeah..."He took a step closer, then paused, as if remembering he wasn’t alone. "Uh—this is Élise," he said, motioning to the woman who hadn’t stood up. "An old friend."Élise tilted her head slightly and offered me a polite smile, but her eyes didn’t match it. They were sharp, assessing. Calculati

Warren’s POVThe moment I’d spotted Bella and Noah crossing the narrow Parisian street, I knew I’d hit the jackpot.They’re here for her. They had to be.When Noah came with me after their fight, I tried to hide my excitement. Things were working out even better than expected. He fell into step beside me, his jaw tight. I looked at him with a concerned frown. "Hey… You okay?""Women," he muttered darkly. "They’re all the same. Take every damn opportunity to mistrust us."I gave him a sympathetic look and let out a heavy sigh. "I feel you, man. Sorry about all this."He shook his head. "I didn’t even do anything. She just… flipped on me. Implying I helped you find Vienna. Like—what the hell?"I tilted my head. "Yeah… You and I both know you're innocent. That must’ve stung."He gave a bitter laugh. "Damn right it did. I’ve been by her side this whole year. Even though I’ve been so worried about you, bro."I gave him a pat on the back. "Hey, don’t let it get to you. If she doesn’t trust

Vienna’s POVWhen the bakery reopened, it felt like a breath of fresh air after days of suffocating tension. I finally felt like I had purpose again. Something other than just sitting around hiding.Since finding out Warren was in Paris, I hadn’t stepped outside once. I couldn’t bring myself to. Every time I thought about leaving, my chest tightened and my legs refused to move.It was almost like I could feel Warren circling, like a wolf sniffing for a way in.Thankfully, my friends kept me sane. Every day, they dropped by the apartment to check in. They brought food, made tea, filled the silence with easy laughter. It helped, but the anxiety still lived under my skin.Things between Raphaël and me were… awkward, to say the least. Ever since that almost-kiss, we hadn’t spoken about it. Not once. He was polite, warm even, but there was a distance. A charged silence that grew heavier every time we were left alone in the same room. Thankfully, that rarely happened—one friend or another w