All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Vienna’s POVI froze, my breath catching in my throat. The man in front of me looked both entirely different and heartbreakingly familiar. His dark curls had grown longer, tied into a messy man bun. A neatly trimmed beard framed his sun-browned face. He looked rougher now, like a seasoned traveler. But his amber eyes… those were unchanged. They still glowed with that mischievous warmth that had once undone me."W—what are you doing here?" I blurted, my voice far too shaky for my liking."Well…" His lips curved into that lopsided smirk I knew too well, "I was told the Kingsford Spring Festival is worth a visit. And—" He tilted his head, eyes narrowing with teasing nostalgia—"you told me yourself once that traveling would do me good."The memory of our last encounter in Paris hit me like a wave. Me, pushing him toward freedom. Him, looking at me like I was the anchor he didn’t want to cut loose."That," I managed, swallowing, "was advice for you to get over me. I didn’t exactly sugges

Raphaël’s POVVienna’s eyes went wide. Her sharp attitude softened in an instant."Raphaël, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… you know how I get in the mornings, and my mom was pushing me, and—"I shook my head, already stepping back. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll just see myself out."Her chair screeched against the floor as she shot up. "No—wait, Raphaël!"But I didn’t stop. The sting of her words still echoed, louder than her apology. Nothing. Completely meaningless. That was what she said. That was what I was to her.Her footsteps followed me into the hall. "Raphaël, please. Don’t walk away like this. At least let me explain."I paused at the door, but I couldn’t look back at her. "You’ve already said enough, Vienna. Your words were crystal clear." And with that, I walked out, shutting the front door with more force than necessary."To the Spring Festival," I told the taxi driver as he pulled up a few streets from the McAllister estate.I slid into the backseat and

Vienna’s POVThe Spring Festival had been more than fruitful. My bakery had become the talk of the town. By every evening, our entire stock had sold out. I was baking like a madwoman just to keep up.But I wasn’t complaining. My dream was becoming a reality right in front of my eyes. And, to be honest… the distraction was good for me. It kept my mind off the two men who’d walked out of my life, leaving me with nothing but silence.Since those flowers, I hadn’t heard a word from Warren. And Raphaël… I didn’t even know if he was still in town.I replayed that morning over and over. The sharpness of my words. The way he’d walked away. Of course I had felt something for him—something real—but I hadn’t wanted to admit it in front of my mother. So I’d lashed out instead. How could I have known he’d appear right behind us?He hadn’t given me the chance to explain. And maybe he’d been right not to. Maybe I didn’t even deserve it.But then, one morning, about a week after the opening, I froze

Vienna’s POVI shook my head, disappointment and rage warring in my chest. "I just can’t believe this. I keep attracting people in my life who sabotage me in ways worse than I could ever imagine."My voice cracked. Images shot through my mind like lightning—Ashley slipping that allergy note in the trash, almost making me kill a man. I’d trusted her too, once.Raphaël’s face twisted in pain. "Vienna…" His voice was hoarse. "If you can seriously think I would do something so petty and so cruel, then you don’t know me at all.""Maybe I don’t, Raphaël!" The words ripped out of me. My throat burned, my chest heaved. "Maybe I never did. Maybe Elise, and whoever this Selena is, know you better than I ever did. Maybe you never actually cared about me at all."He flinched like I’d struck him. "Wow…" he whispered, shaking his head slowly. "I really thought—after everything—that there was still a chance. That we could at least be friends." He gave a bitter, broken laugh. "But now…""Friends don

Warren’s POVNo matter how much Noah tried to distract me—jokes, drinks, music—I couldn’t shake it. Vienna kept creeping back into my thoughts. That damned "closed" sign. Did something happend to her? To Oliver? Every scenario that crossed my mind was worse than the last.I tossed back another drink, then another. The warmth in my chest should’ve numbed me, but it only sharpened the spiral. What if Oliver was sick? What if Vienna was hurt? What if…I dragged a hand down my face and muttered, "Snap out of it, Warren."But then—something jolted me sober in an instant.Through the throng of dancers and flashing festival lights, I saw a face I never expected to see again. Blonde hair, overly tight dress. That sly, poisonous smile."Desiree," I growled under my breath. My stomach twisted, the liquor suddenly bitter in my mouth.She was laughing, swaying to the music, hips moving slow and deliberate against a man’s. And not just any man.I blinked, leaning forward for a clearer look.No. N