Todos los capítulos de Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Vienna’s POVThe next morning, I’d decided to take a break from renovations to visit Bella at Saffron & Silk. The scent of cinnamon and coffee, the familiar squeak of the back door—this place still felt like home."I still can’t believe Célestine just showed up like that," I sighed, leaning against the counter. "And then, yesterday… I bumped into Warren of all people."Bella nearly dropped the tray of croissants she was sliding into the display case. "Wait, what?!""I even… had coffee with him," I admitted.Her head snapped toward me so fast I thought she might get whiplash. "You did?! Woah, that’s huge, V.""I know." I took a deep breath. "He seemed so… different. Calm. Grounded. Mature. He didn’t pressure me at all. If anything, he almost made me feel… safe."Bella raised her brows. "Noah’s told me he’s changed a lot over the past few years. Apparently he got really ripped too," she added with a mischievous wink.I rolled my eyes, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed me. "Yeah… I may h

Warren’s POVI couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the reports stacked in front of me. Vienna had drunk-texted me last night, basically admitting she was still attracted to me. It was bold, unexpected. And honestly, it sent my confidence soaring.I shook my head in disbelief at my own luck. First, I’d run into her completely by chance, and now this message? My love life had been a mess for years. Maybe—just maybe—the scales were finally tipping in my favor.The wedding was only two weeks away. I could hardly wait to see her again, to tease her about that text, to catch those tiny glimmers of warmth in her eyes. With the haze of alcohol and a few well-timed jokes and compliments… maybe I could finally break down the walls she’d built around herself. This was my shot, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away.Suddenly, a frantic knock rattled my office door."Come in," I called, straightening in my chair and forcing the smug smile off my face.My

Vienna’s POVAfter Fred finished work, he picked me up from the renovation site. He’d insisted on taking me out to dinner. His way of prying me away from my worries about Desiree.Now we sat at a table in Royal Taste. Tonight, instead of wearing an apron and making pastries, I was holding a wine glass and basking in soft candlelight."Your bakery looks amazing already, V," Fred said between bites. "From what my father told me, it was a complete wreck just a week ago. You’ve clearly been putting in the work."I smiled. "I have. Honestly, it’s the only thing keeping me sane through all the chaos. Moving back to Kingsford has brought a lot of… unexpected encounters.""I heard about Célestine…" His voice softened. "That must’ve been a shock.""It was," I admitted. "I can’t believe they started dating again."Fred nodded thoughtfully. "I guess real love knows no age."His words landed heavier than I expected. Had my reaction the other night been selfish? Shouldn’t I be happy for Harold that

Vienna’s POVAfter Warren had shown up at the restaurant last night and warned me about Desiree, I just couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. Even at home, every shadow seemed alive. Every flicker of movement outside the window made my heart skip a beat. I kept catching glimpses of something in the corner of my eye—a silhouette in the garden, a figure slipping behind the hedge. Could it be Desiree or one of her sidekicks, creeping closer to get their revenge? Or was it just my imagination running wild?I double-checked the locks, peered out through the blinds. Earlier this morning, I even thought I heard footsteps in the hallway, only to realize it was Oliver rolling his toy car across the floor."Am I losing my mind?" I muttered to myself.Clearly, I was. Because other than the shadows, there was also… Warren. Somehow, I just couldn’t get him out of my head. He could’ve been killed last night. And the first thing he did afterward was make sure I was safe. I mean, sure,

Vienna’s POVCélestine let out a long, trembling sigh, her fingers knotting in the folds of her boho dress. "When I first met you, Vienna… it was the Halloween party. You were wearing a mask. Half your face was hidden, but your eyes…" She hesitated, studying me. "They looked familiar. And when you told me you were from Kingsford, I was surprised. Curious. But I didn’t even dare to dream it could be… you. My daughter."Her voice softened to almost a whisper. "But then, on Christmas Eve, I saw your face for the first time. I tried to hide my reaction, to disguise my trembling hands as some symptom of illness. But inside—" She pressed a palm to her chest—"inside, I felt as though I’d been dropped into the past. Like I was staring into a mirror, only the reflection was my younger self…"I sat frozen, my pulse pounding in my ears. "So you knew then," I said slowly."I… suspected. No—" her voice cracked—"I knew. I knew it had to be you. But I was paralyzed. Completely shocked. And then… t