All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vienna’s POVI packed up the carefully crafted pastries, making sure they were presented perfectly."Did we get a last-minute order?" Bella asked, glancing over. "I thought we were finished for the day.""Oh… no," I said, barely masking the dread in my voice. "It’s for Warren’s parents. Family dinner tonight.""I see," Bella said slowly. She walked over to help me pack, then looked at me intently. I forced a small smile as her eyes searched mine."Something’s wrong, isn’t it?" she asked gently, concern etched across her face. She knew me too well."Just not feeling great," I said, keeping my tone light. Evasive, but true enough. I wasn’t ready to unpack everything. Not yet.The day at the bakery dragged on. The scent of bread—usually comforting—felt oppressive today. My stomach twisted any time I stepped too close to the ovens.Bella tried to cheer me up, floating through the kitchen like a burst of sunshine. But there was nothing she could do. My mind kept looping back to this morning

Vienna’s POVI sat there frozen, watching in disbelief as her foot slid slowly—teasingly—up my husband’s leg.How dare she?I didn’t know whether to scream, kick her foot away, or walk out of the restaurant entirely. But before I could do any of those things, Warren abruptly pulled his leg back.I blinked. Did he just… reject her?For a fleeting second, hope stirred. Maybe—finally—he saw it for what it was. Maybe he recognized how wildly inappropriate her behavior had become.Or… did he only pull away because he knew I was under the table? Because he realized I could see?I tried to push the doubt down. He was my husband. He pulled back because he wanted to set a boundary. Because he knew it was wrong. Because he didn’t want her.Right?But when I rose slightly from under the table to return to my seat, I caught the way Warren looked at her. There was something in his expression. Something unreadable. Something that made my stomach tighten.It wasn’t guilt. It wasn't a surprise.It wa

Vienna’s POV"I, uhm… this is—" I started to explain, my voice faltering.But Warren cut me off, his voice sharp and low. "Why the hell did you make me wait so long at the parking lot?"I blinked at him, caught off guard by the anger flashing in his eyes."I was getting worried," he snapped, not even giving me a chance to speak. "Then I find you chatting happily with some stranger outside the bathroom.""Hey!" I said, raising my hands in disbelief. "That’s not fair. You were the one networking inside for half an hour. You left me standing outside with Desiree."His jaw clenched. I could tell he didn’t appreciate hearing her name spoken with such venom."She was threatening me," I said, my voice tightening. "I needed a moment to breathe. That’s all I was doing here.""Right," Warren said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "A moment to breathe—with another man?"I stiffened. "You shouldn’t throw around baseless accusations, Warren. We were talking about desserts. That's it."Fred, who had bee

Vienna’s POV“She’s had that habit since puberty,” Warren shrugged, his eyes fixed on the road. “The whole foot thing. She used to do it as a prank to annoy me during family dinners. I guess I just got used to it.”A cold shiver ran up my spine. Used to it?“So she’s been foot-flirting with you for years?” I asked quietly, unable to keep the edge from my voice.“She’s not flirting,” he said, exasperated. “She’s just… tactile.”“Tactile?” I repeated, incredulous. “Warren, she slid her foot up your leg under the table. That’s not being playful. That’s not a joke. That’s an adult woman making a move on her married stepbrother.”He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re reading too much into it.”I stared out the window, my heart thudding wildly. How many times had it happened? While I was sitting next to them? While we were dating? Engaged? Married?I swallowed hard, choosing my words carefully. “Even if you’ve brushed it off before, the fact is we’re married now. And a prank fro

Vienna’s POVAs the theater lights brightened, I wiped beneath my eyes with a tissue. At least my new mascara actually lived up to its waterproof promise. Small victories.In the distance, I spotted Bella waving gently, concern etched across her face. I raised my hand in a half-hearted wave.The crowd trickled out slowly, discussing their favorite scenes—moments I had completely missed. I just sat there, until Bella made her way toward me with James quietly in tow.James lingered a polite distance away while Bella slipped her arm around my shoulder, leaning in close.“Are you okay, V?” she asked softly.I didn’t sugarcoat it. “I’ve been better.”Bella studied my face, reading more than I said. “Do you want to grab a late-night snack? Might help you decompress a little.”I shook my head. “Thanks, but I think I just want to go home and crawl into bed.”Bella sighed, then gave me a warm hug. “Take care of yourself, Vienna. Seriously. You deserve only the best.”I gave her a watery smile.