Todos los capítulos de Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Warren’s POVWhen I opened the door and saw Vienna standing there—her elegant dress and mahogany waves rustling in the wind—my heart stopped."Vienna?" My voice came out rougher than I intended. "What are you doing here?"Her eyes darted to my face, widening at the sight of the swollen bruise around my eye, then down to the heavy cast on my arm. She gasped. "Warren? What the hell happened to you?!"I shifted awkwardly, leaning against the doorframe. "I, uh… long story. Do you want to come in?"She hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Alright…"As I followed her into the lounge, it almost felt like I was hallucinating. Having her back in the home where she belonged—even just for a moment—felt surreal."So… What brings you here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.Vienna turned toward me, her face softening. "I wanted to thank you. For getting me the fire inspection today." Her eyes lit up. "I can’t believe it—I’ll actually be able to open for the spring festival!"A smile tugged at my lip

Vienna’s POV"Do I still…" I echoed, my voice sharp with disbelief. "What the hell, Warren? You walk into my brand-new bakery and the first thing out of your mouth is about some guy I once knew?"Warren’s eyes locked on mine, intense and searching. "Vienna, I know something went on between you and Raphaël. The way you leapt onto his motorbike that night… that wasn’t nothing."I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. "We were divorced, Warren. Divorced. And we still are. What does it matter to you?"He stepped closer, close enough that the scent of his cologne—faint, but achingly familiar—wrapped around me. My heart betrayed me with a skip. "It matters," he said, voice low and rough, "because I never stopped loving you, Vienna. Not for a single day. And the thought of you… with someone else…" His jaw tightened.I forced myself to retreat a step and rolled my eyes. "This bakery has nothing to do with Raphaël. I wanted to bring a little corner of Paris to Kingsford, that’s all."His b

Vienna’s POV"Vienna, please, don’t do this." Warren’s voice cracked with urgency, his hand braced against the doorframe. "You know I only want what’s best for you."I crossed my arms, my patience gone. "I told you to leave." My tone was calm, but final.He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, pacing a step before turning back to me. "You can kick me out and stick your head in the sand, but that doesn’t mean your health won’t be affected. Or Oliver’s!"My jaw tightened. "I’ll decide for myself what risks I’m willing to take, thank you very much." I moved toward him deliberately, each step shrinking the space between us until I was at the door, ushering him out with a steady gesture."Vienna, listen to me," he pleaded, his eyes flashing with something between fear and anger. "You don’t understand the damage this could cause. I’ve read the research—""Enough!" My voice rang out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t waver. "This is my bakery. My project. My life. And I will not let yo

Vienna’s POVThe next morning, when I arrived at the bakery, I stopped dead in my tracks. A massive black truck stood parked in front. Half a dozen men were already unloading crates, tools, and slabs of material.My stomach tightened. Oh God.Warren stood among them like a foreman, arms crossed, his cast barely slowing him down as he barked orders. When he saw me, his expression softened instantly. "Vienna," he greeted, walking toward me with that infuriatingly calm smile. "Told you I’d get things done before your opening.""Warren," I said slowly, eyes darting to the chaos behind him, "what exactly is going on here?""Relax," he said smoothly. "This is how progress looks."I unlocked the door reluctantly, and before I could even step inside, the men surged forward, hauling in equipment. The moment they crossed the threshold, drills and crowbars came out. Within minutes, the bakery I’d poured my soul into became a demolition site.I gasped as two workers ripped up the flooring near t

Vienna’s POVThat night, after the long, dazzling day at the zoo, Oliver was more than ready for bed. His arms were wrapped protectively around his new panda plush.I guided him into his little bed, smoothing the sheets over him. The soft glow of his nightlight painted golden shapes on the wall.For a moment everything was quiet and safe. I brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him."Did you have a good day, sweetheart?" I whispered.He nodded against the pillow, his eyes heavy with sleep but still sparkling. "The best day. The giraffe was so tall. And the panda ate my stick." He giggled, then hugged the plush tighter. "Big man is funny."I smiled, though something inside me twisted. Of course Warren would be the highlight. I tried to tuck the thought away. "I’m glad you had fun."Oliver was quiet for a beat. Then, in that small, serious voice he sometimes used when something weighed on him, he asked, "Mama… do I have a daddy?"My heart stopped. I froze with my hand still