All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Vienna’s POVThe pest control team arrived the next day in full gear—boots, masks, and heavy canisters. Just seeing them step into my bakery made my stomach twist.Fred stood beside me the whole time, clipboard in hand like he was running the operation himself. He’d called in favors, pulled strings, made sure everything happened quickly. Without him, I would’ve been paralyzed."You don’t need to worry about the gossip mill, V," Fred assured me, patting my shoulder. "I talked to the right people. Nothing’s gonna leak. By next week, you’ll be back in business.""Next week…" I whispered, staring at the locked bakery door. "It feels like a lifetime."He tilted his head. "Better than permanently closing though, right?"I managed a weak smile. "Yeah. You’re right."He left soon after, promising to check in later, and I went back home. The relief was immense—I hadn’t lost everything. But still, the bakery being sealed off during the Spring Festival left me feeling hollow. Everything had gon

Vienna’s POV"Sounds like someone’s in trouble," Lauren said, teasing.Warren shot her a stern look, then turned to me and gestured. "We can talk in my office."Walking down the hall beside him, my mouth went dry. Everything I’d planned to say had evaporated. Lauren’s smug face—too polished, too comfortably close to him—burned behind my eyes.As soon as he closed the door behind us, the words tumbled out. "So… your ex is working here."He frowned. "Yeah… What about it?""Oh, nothing," I said, trying for casual but landing on frost instead. "Except that apparently, you keep mistaking her for me."He rubbed the back of his neck. "From the back, you two look, uh… pretty similar," he explained awkwardly.I stared at him. "Do we now?" The absurdity of it stung, but under it was a prickle of something sharper. "So, is that all I ever was to you?" I went on. "A replacement for her? A lookalike to soften your heartbreak?""How could you think that?!" He studied me, eyes narrowing. "Besides… y

Vienna’s POVThe next morning, as I dropped Oliver off at daycare, he kept tugging on my sleeve. "Daddy pick me up today? You promise?" he asked for the third time."Yes, sweetheart," I said, forcing a smile. "Daddy will pick you up."I tried not to let my frustration seep into my voice. Every reminder of Warren only sharpened the dread of seeing him again.At the bakery, the pungeant smell of disinfectant greeted me. The pest control team had declared everything clean, safe, and fully operational again. Still, I wasn’t about to take chances. Today would be a marathon of scrubbing, double-checking, and triple-checking until every surface gleamed.Just as I tied my apron, my phone buzzed. A text from Raphaël:"Got your missed call. U OK?"I stared at the words, hesitating. Then I exhaled and hit call. Time to face this."Vienna…" he answered. His voice was low, like the night hadn’t given him much sleep. I already knew why."Raphaël," I said softly. "Good morning.""You don’t sound ang

Raphaël’s POVI danced into the morning with Selena—laughing, drinking, kissing the night away. Damn, I hadn’t had this much fun in ages."Gotta admit, I’m gonna miss you, Frenchie," she whispered in my ear as we swayed together.I chuckled, pulling her closer. "I’ll miss you too, my American bombshell."She threw her head back and giggled, her hair tumbling down her bare shoulders. Then our mouths crashed together again in a hot and greedy kiss.By the time dawn began to creep over the rooftops, we stumbled back into the hotel, drunk and crazed with need. Clothes trailed across the carpet like breadcrumbs.She shoved me onto the bed, straddling me. "Last few nights before you jet back to Paris. Better make it worth my while, Frenchie."I smirked, my hands gripping her waist. "Oh, ma cherie, I plan to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll dream of me for months."We tangled in the sheets until the sunlight spilled across our sweaty skin. Until my voice was hoarse from groaning her name. "Selen

Vienna’s POVRaphaël leaned over my shoulder. "What does it say?" His voice was tight, like he already dreaded the answer.My voice trembled as I read aloud:"Dear Frenchie,I very much enjoyed our time together, but I had to cut it short.When I saw how many missed calls Vienna had left you, I knew the time had come. She figured me out. I knew it was only a matter of time, after Warren spotted us at the Spring Festival—""Wait… Warren saw us?" Raphaël cut in, his eyebrows shooting up.I nodded grimly. "Yeah. Two nights ago."His eyes widened with sudden clarity. "So that’s why she suddenly dragged me away into the crowd! She told me it was some ex coming to harass her. Mon dieu…" He pressed a hand to his forehead, pacing two steps back. "I was so blind.""Of course she did," I muttered bitterly. "Every move was a cover-up."He ran his hands through his curls. "She played me. She played us both."I swallowed hard and kept reading, though my hands shook:"Thanks for helping me get bac