Semua Bab Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Warren’s POV"Do you think it worked?" I asked my father as we sat side by side in the backseat of the taxi.Earlier that morning, just as I’d been about to step into the bakery, a sudden idea had struck me like lightning. I’d frozen mid-step, heart pounding.I’d backed up slowly, out of view of the front window, and pulled out my phone."Hey, Dad," I said as soon as he picked up. "I need your help. Can you meet me at the bakery?"There was a pause. "The one you’ve been pacing in front of the past three days?"I smirked, despite the knot in my stomach. "Yeah, that one. It’s open today. I—I have a hunch she might be in there. But I don’t think going in guns blazing is the right move."Elliot let out a thoughtful breath. "Alright. What’s the plan?""We need to play it casual. Just two tourists grabbing breakfast. I’ll talk about her like I don’t know she’s anywhere nearby. Like I’m still searching."He chuckled. "You always were dramatic."Twenty minutes later, we’d entered the bakery to

Warren’s POVOn the plane back home, I felt hollow. Absolutely fucking hollow.My body ached with exhaustion. And my chest—God, my chest—felt like someone had scooped out everything inside and shattered it.Vienna had ridden off into the night, with him. Not just any guy. That guy. That sleek, helmeted asshole had swooped in like some kind of twisted, leather-clad guardian angel. And she’d taken his hand. She’d chosen him.When I closed my eyes, I could still see her. The moment she’d stepped under the glow of the streetlamp for just a heartbeat, her hair blowing gently in the wind.She looked… ethereal. Radiant. Her belly round with new life. And yet… she didn’t want to raise that child with me. So much was clear now. Was it because the baby was Fred’s after all? Or just because she hated me?I shifted in my seat and glanced sideways. My father was snoring softly in the next pod, reclined like royalty with a blanket up to his chest.I tried to distract myself. Flicked through the in

Vienna’s POVRaphaël and Zanele had dragged me out to a New Year’s Eve party. I hadn’t wanted to come. Every part of me just wanted to stay curled up in bed, hidden under a blanket of denial and distraction. Seeing Warren on that bridge had shaken something inside me. I didn’t know what to do with all the feelings that had come crashing in like a tsunami. His words in the bakery, the look in his eyes—so lost, so raw…I couldn’t shake the pity, the confusion, the idea that maybe I should at least give him a chance to explain.Around me, the Parisian club pulsed with music and light. People were dancing, drinking, laughing—drenched in glitter and champagne and the high of counting down to a new year. I felt like I was behind a glass wall, watching it all but not part of it. My hand rested on the curve of my belly protectively. Somehow, the baby was the only one I felt truly connected to tonight."Hey!" Zanele’s voice cut through the music as she suddenly appeared in front of me, eyes s

Vienna’s POVI sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead. The hum of the celebrating city filtered through the walls. But everything felt muted, like I was underwater.If the first moments of this new year were any sign of what was to come… I wasn’t sure I’d be strong enough to face it.A soft nudge from within startled me. I placed a hand on my belly, and there it was again. Another kick."Are you gonna be a little runner, huh?" I whispered with a hollow smile. "Just like your…"My voice faltered. Just like your dad.My throat tightened. Would my son grow up without a father? Would Warren just be a name in stories, a fading photograph, a question in a little boy’s eyes?My heart twisted. Was this something Warren had done to himself? Had I pushed him too far? Or had fate just decided to be cruel, again?My mind spiraled, chasing every possibility, every regret. The last time I’d seen him, he’d looked like a man on the edge—hollow, tired, lost. But I’d still walked away. Was this all my

Vienna’s POVFred’s voice crackled on the line, thick with exhaustion. "It’s been hell around here since we got back from Paris. Dad and my mother have been at each other’s throats every single day."I winced. "About me?""Unfortunately, yes," he sighed. "Mom’s furious. She keeps saying Dad should’ve told her the moment he found out about you. And, well… She’s just angry he had a child with another woman in the first place.""Fred… I’m so sorry. I never meant to cause—""This isn’t your fault," he said firmly, cutting me off. "It’s on them. Mom’s right, honestly. Dad should’ve come clean months ago. You didn’t ask to be born into all this drama.""But what does this mean for the villa?" I asked, confused. "Is it off-limits now?"Fred hesitated. "That’s the thing. Eleanor moved in… two days ago. Like, full-time."I blinked. "Wait, what? Why?""I think—partly?—just to spite you. To make sure you’re not living there anymore. But mostly, I think she just needed to get away from Dad."My he