All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Vienna’s POVI still sat there, my hands trembling slightly. The hijacked phone call kept replaying in my mind.Warren seriously thought Oliver was Fred’s son? After everything?My chest tightened. Had he ever really known me? Because if he had, he’d know I could never, ever cheat.I wondered if he’d ever figure out that Fred was my half-brother. God, he’d probably feel like an idiot.I stepped out onto the villa’s wide balcony, wrapping Oliver tighter in his soft blanket. The city stretched before us, subtle hints of spring starting to show.I kissed the top of Oliver’s head. "Your daddy’s just… confused, little one," I murmured. "Maybe one day, you’ll meet him. But if he can’t act like a decent person… if he keeps believing lies instead of trusting me... then he doesn’t get to be in your life. I won’t let him hurt you too."Living at the villa again felt surreal. Jacques was over the moon that I’d returned. Every day he brought us little treats—fresh croissants, delicate chocolates,

Warren’s POV"So my suspicions were true," I said slowly, my blood boiling. "You were trying to steal her from me."Raphaël’s jaw tensed. "Steal her?" he repeated, voice low. "Vienna divorced you, Warren. There’s nothing between you and her. Not anymore.""You have no idea what our situation is like," I growled."I lived with Vienna for months," he snapped. "I know exactly what she was going through. You weren’t there. I was.""And I lived with her for years," I shot back, teeth clenched. "Through everything. You think a few croissants and pity made you closer to her than I was?"He laughed, dry and bitter. "From what Vienna told me, you barely listened, never trusted her, kept prioritizing your precious stepsister over her. You lost her for a reason, Warren."I stood suddenly, taking a threatening step toward him. "Careful what you say next," I growled.Raphaël’s eyes narrowed. "Or what? You’ll start yelling? Or are you gonna knock me unconscious like you did to that poor Fred guy.""

Vienna’s POV"Congratulations, Vienna." Raphaël’s voice was hoarse. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Maybe months."…Thanks," I said slowly, unsure where this conversation was going.He shifted his weight, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "So… you’ll be leaving Paris soon, huh?"I nodded. "Flying home tonight."He looked down at his shoes. "I’ll miss seeing you in class."I didn’t answer. What could I possibly say to that?Then he looked up, straight at me, and said something entirely unexpected."I still love you, you know."My breath caught in my throat."Raphaël…" I took a step back, blinking. "But… we never even dated."He gave a small, hollow laugh. "I know. I think that’s what makes it worse. I can’t stop imagining what it could’ve been like. If I hadn’t messed everything up."I shook my head gently. "It’s probably for the best that I’m leaving town. Now you can finally move on."He shrugged, eyes still locked on mine. "I’ve tried. I really have

Vienna’s POVHarold and Célestine jumped up like two teenagers caught red-handed."Vienna!" Harold said, his face flushed. "Oh dear, we lost track of time."Célestine stood frozen beside him, eyes wide and brimming with tears. "Oh, Vienna," she whispered. "You look beautiful. I’ve missed you."I stared at her, stunned, barely able to process what I was seeing. Her hair had grown back since the last time I saw her. It curled softly at her jawline. A deep brown—like mine—with streaks of silver that glinted under the chandelier light. The resemblance between us was undeniable now.But I couldn’t let myself soften. The pain still ran too deep."What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharp.Her expression didn’t change. If anything, she looked relieved to hear my anger instead of silence. "I felt it was time to come home," she said quietly. "Back to my roots. I left Kingsford to run away from my mistakes. But I’ve come back to face them. To own what I did."I opened my mout

Vienna’s POVI stared at Warren. The man I used to love. The father of my child. I couldn’t help but see some of Oliver’s features in him. Somehow, that made my heart soften—just a little.And I had to admit… he looked way better than he had when I last saw him. His shoulders, arms and chest seemed to have doubled in size, muscles straining beneath his suit. His hazel eyes looked brighter, clearer somehow. His jaw had sharpened, his skin glowed. But it wasn’t just his looks. There was something… steadier in him now. Less impulsive. As if the storm I used to know had finally found its center.His gaze lingered on mine, unreadable but intense. It took everything in me not to let my confusion show.His words had moved me more than I liked to admit. The walls I’d spent so long stacking, brick by stubborn brick, were starting to show cracks.Part of me hated how he still got to me. But another part—quieter, lonelier—was curious about this supposedly changed man."I honestly don’t know wh