All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chapter 161 - Christmas Ghosts

Vienna’s POVOn Christmas morning, I woke up to the soft rhythm of Zanele snoring beside me. Her staying over had basically become a habit these past months. I couldn’t blame her—my queen-sized bed was a world away from the cardboard-thin single mattress in her dorm room."Merry Christmas, Zee," I whispered, smiling at how peaceful and innocent she looked in her sleep. I slipped out of bed and padded to the closet, picking out a festive burgundy dress that hugged my bump in all the right places. Almost seven months pregnant now—and it showed. I turned sideways in the mirror and raised my brows at the silhouette. "Getting huge, little one," I whispered to my belly.The smell of freshly baked pastries greeted me before I even stepped into the kitchen. Raphaël was already there, in one of his over-the-top Christmas sweaters. Today’s had dancing reindeer with blinking LED noses. He stood at the counter arranging a tray of his famed pain au chocolat, with other flaky, golden pastries b

Last Updated : 2025-07-19

Chapter 162 - Festive Fallout

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

Chapter 163 - Pencil, Paper, Pulse

Vienna’s POV"I think it’s time to open presents!" Zanele chimed after we finished breakfast. Her voice was extra bright, clearly trying to shift the mood.I offered a weak smile, grateful for the distraction.We gathered around the tree. Its lights twinkled like tiny stars as we settled into the cushions and couches."Alright," Harold grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Let’s see who’s been naughty or nice."After handing out a few of my gifts, Fred handed me a flat, heavy parcel. "This one’s from me. Merry Christmas, V."I opened it slowly—paper rustling—revealing an out-of-print French baking book. The cover was faded but elegant. The kind of book that held generations of secrets. Next was Harold. Inside a small velvet box lay a delicate silver bracelet, engraved with the McAllister family emblem. "To remind you that you're not alone anymore," he said, eyes crinkling.Tears pricked my eyes. "Thank you, Dad. It’s beautiful."Zanele’s gift came wrapped in patterned cloth. "This,"

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Chapter 164 - A Breath Apart

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

Chapter 165 - Madame Blanchet

Vienna’s POVThe moment Madame Blanchet laid eyes on me, I knew—she saw right through me. Her gaze lingered for half a second too long, her soft blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Come, come," she said warmly, though there was a slight crease of concern between her brows. "Let’s get you warm and dry before you catch a cold."The wind howled behind me as I stepped in. I hadn’t realized how soaked I was until the warmth of her hallway hit my skin. As she leaned her walking stick against the wall and lifted my wet, heavy coat from my shoulders, I tried to protest. "Really, I’m fine, don’t fuss—""Nonsense," she interrupted gently. "You’re pale as a ghost and trembling."She hung the coat carefully over the old-fashioned heater in the hallway. "I’ve got a fire going," she said. "You’ll be toasty in no time.""Thanks for having me, Célestine," I said softly, handing her the pastry box. "And… Merry Christmas."Her smile widened, eyes dancing with light. "Merry Christmas, Vienna. Thank

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Chapter 166 - Not Again

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Chapter 167 - He Found Me

Vienna’s POVThe next few days, I did everything I could to avoid Raphaël. If I heard his footsteps in the hallway, I ducked into my room or left the apartment altogether. I spent every spare moment with Zanele, Fred, and Harold—anyone but him.I tried calling Bella. Again and again. Morning, noon, night. Voicemails. Texts. But she never answered. Not once.Then, one afternoon, as I arrived back at the apartment after a long day wandering Paris with Fred, there she was. Standing right outside the door."Bell?" I froze, heart stuttering in my chest. She turned slowly at the sound of my voice. "V…" Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. She looked… wrecked. I dropped my bag and rushed to her, throwing my arms around her."Oh my god, what happened?" I whispered, clutching her tighter. "Come on. Let’s get you inside."She didn’t resist as I ushered her through the door and into the warm, softly lit apartment. Thank god Raphaël wasn’t home. I set her down on the couch, wrappe

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Chapter 168 - Loose Lips & Taillights

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Chapter 169 - The Bakery Stakeout

Warren’s POVWhen Noah’s taxi pulled up to a small, ivy-framed bakery in Montmartre, I leaned forward in my seat. Noah stumbled out. He rang a back doorbell with the kind of confidence that only came from familiarity—or too much whiskey.I handed the driver another generous tip. "Merci. That’s all I needed."The winter air slapped me as I stepped out. I turned up my collar and walked closer to the storefront. A vintage wooden sign above the entrance read ‘La Praline Célestine’.The windows were dark, shutters closed. A tasteful handwritten sign on the door read:"Fermé pour les vacances de Noël.Closed for Christmas break."I clenched my jaw and stepped back from the window.But then I caught it—a glow. Warm light spilling from a second-floor window above the shop. I backed up along the cobblestone sidewalk until I found the right angle. There. A flicker of movement.A Christmas tree stood tall in the corner of the living room, its twinkling lights casting soft gold across the art-fil

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Chapter 170 - Rising Heat

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-24

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