Lahat ng Kabanata ng Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Vienna’s POVI stood in Bella’s bridal dressing room, admiring her as she twirled in front of the full-length mirror. The silk of her gown caught the light, making her look like she was literally glowing."Oh my goodness, you look incredible, Bell," I breathed, a smile tugging at my lips. "I can’t believe my best friend is getting married today!"She laughed, a mix of nerves and joy. "I know, right? It’s wild."Then she turned toward me, and that mischievous smirk of hers appeared. "Sooo… what’s the latest development with Warren? Did he ever reply to that drunk text?"I froze, my cheeks flushing. "He did, actually. And… I saw him a few days ago."Her eyes widened like I’d just confessed to murder. "What?! I thought you were gonna wait until the wedding. Unless…" Her smile deepened and she nudged me with an elbow. "Don’t tell me…""It’s not what you think, Bell," I said, rolling my eyes. "He just… came to warn me about Desiree. She showed up and held him at gunpoint, forcing him to g

Vienna's POVThe flicker of heat in Warren's eyes combined with the gentle buzz of champagne made me feel a little reckless. Part of me was still tense, remembering that flicker of jealousy earlier. But seeing him interact with Oliver, our little boy, had softened something in me. I hesitated, biting my lip. "Alright… one dance," I murmured.Warren’s face lit up with that infuriating, charming smile of his. He took my hand and guided me toward the dance floor. His hands found my waist, warm and strong, while mine rested against his chest.He began leading, swaying slowly to the music, his eyes locked on mine. "You look… incredible tonight, Vienna," he murmured, his voice low.I felt my cheeks flush and glanced away, catching Bella’s eyes across the room. She gave me a grin and a cheeky wink. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Warren, who smirked knowingly. Then, he pulled me just a little closer. I tensed."Relax," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "I’ve got you.""I

Warren’s POVI dropped onto my bed with a heavy sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. My shirt still smelled faintly of her perfume—soft, elegant, and entirely Vienna.Had I been an idiot for not letting her kiss me?My mind replayed the moment in slow motion. Her luscious lips so damn close, her breath mingling with mine. My pulse had been a drumbeat in my ears, screaming at me to close the gap.But I hadn’t."No," I muttered to the empty room, shaking my head. "It was the right move."Because as much as I wanted her, this wasn’t about drunken impulses. This was about letting her know I respected her too much to take advantage of a tipsy night. And… about letting her long for it.I could still see the look she’d thrown me over her shoulder before walking inside. A mixture of confusion, desire, and something deeper. Something that told me I’d lit a flame in her she thought had burned out years ago.I tugged off my jacket, but something made me pause. Something hard and folded presse

Vienna’s POVThe bakery buzzed with energy. Sophia’s team and I moved around in a flurry of activity, weaving between ladders, rolls of paper, and unopened boxes. New marble counters gleamed under the soft light. The walls, freshly painted a delicate beige-pink, looked warm and welcoming. Large mirrors lined along the wall made the space feel bigger, brighter. Tasteful art pieces—soft watercolors of Parisian streets and cafés—completed the illusion that you just stepped into a corner café in France.A group of men carried in round bistro tables. I walked behind them, directing. "Just a little to the left—yes, that’s perfect. And could you angle that one closer to the window?"The room was transforming before my eyes. My dream was becoming real.I turned to Sophia, who was watching with her usual sharp eye, lips curved in a satisfied smile. "Sophia, thank you. Really. Without your amazing sense for design, this place would’ve looked like… well, just a bakery. Not this."Her smile wi

Vienna’s POVWarren took me to Louvelle, the very restaurant where we had our first date all those years ago.When he saw me step out of the car, his gaze lingered. A slow smile curved his lips."That dress…" he said softly. "You still have it. Vienna… I always loved you in that one."Heat crept into my cheeks. "I wasn’t sure if you’d remember.""I remember everything," he murmured.Inside, we were seated at a corner table, candlelight flickering between us. The intimacy of it all—the familiar place, the familiar man—had my stomach tangled in knots.I opened the menu, pretending to read, though the words blurred. Memories of laughter, whispered promises, and the way it had all fallen apart buzzed in my head. Were we playing with fire, risking another heartbreak?Warren tilted his head, watching me closely. "You’re awfully quiet," he said. "What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?"My throat tightened. I scrambled for something to say, something safe. "It’s just, uh, the baker