Semua Bab Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Vienna’s POVI shot up in bed, yanking the sheets with me.“Are you kidding me?”Warren stayed where he was, arms crossed over his bare chest, jaw tight. “I saw the way you looked at him, Vienna.”My breath caught. “You’re really going there right now?”“The way you smiled. How soft your voice got. You don’t talk to me like that anymore.”“This is ridiculous,” I said, pushing my hair back with both hands. My heart was pounding. “Fred? This has nothing to do with Fred.”“Oh no?” Warren scoffed.“This is about you. And me. And everything you keep sweeping under the rug. You want to pretend it’s some stranger that’s changed things between us, but the truth is, you’ve been distant for weeks. Long before tonight.”His jaw clenched again. “It’s too much of a convenience, Vienna. This mystery man shows up, and suddenly you want nothing to do with me.”“It has nothing to do with Fred, Warren,” I shot back. “It has everything to do with your precious stepsister. You’re always there for her. B

Vienna’s POV"Since when are you so uptight, Warren?" Desiree said as she dipped into yet another exaggerated stretch, bending low enough to flash her cleavage straight through the mirror. "Must be her influence," she added, glancing at me upside-down from between her legs with a smirk.I scoffed, turning away from the show.The sheer absurdity of it all would’ve been laughable if it hadn’t been happening in my own home. With my husband. A performance of manipulation in leotards.I paced away through the long hallway, back to the kitchen.I heard Warren mutter something faint—"Desiree, you need to stop this..."—but I didn’t stay to hear more. I didn’t want another half-hearted defense made for my benefit. I was done having her in my house. Done with her petty games.I busied myself in the kitchen. I made a simple breakfast—toast, a soft-boiled egg, and fruit. I prepped a lunch box for Warren, packing in a fresh scone and a sandwich.As I was heading upstairs to change for work, I p

Vienna’s POV"I’m so sorry, Vienna," Warren said, gripping my hand so hard it almost hurt. His voice trembled with urgency. Desperation. But I felt nothing stir in me—not rage, not relief. Just an eerie sort of quiet."Listen, V, I can explain," he said quickly. "I swear. It’s not what it seems.""Then what is it, Warren?" I asked quietly."It’s simple, really," he rambled, drops of sweat forming on his brow. "I was showing Desiree around the hotel when the front desk radioed in—this tour group showed up way too early. One hundred people. It was chaos."He paused, watching me as if waiting for a reaction. I met his gaze with a blank stare."You see, I had to step in and sort it all out," he continued. "And somewhere in the middle of all that, my phone must’ve ended up in Desiree’s bag. I didn’t even know until the group was all settled and I returned to the office."He looked at me, like that explanation should make everything okay.I stared at him, my face still unreadable. His clamm

Vienna’s POV“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes widening in surprise as Fred stepped into the hospital room.He gave me a small, apologetic smile. “I stopped by your bakery earlier today, but found it closed. The florist next door told me about the accident. I just… wanted to check in, see if you were okay.”I blinked, momentarily stunned by the gesture. Of all the people I’d expected to walk through that door today, Fred wasn’t one of them. But his thoughtfulness disarmed me. “Oh. That’s… really kind of you. Thank you.”He took a cautious step forward and placed the bouquet gently on the bedside table. The subtle fragrance drifted through the air—clean, calming. Almost comforting.From the corner of my eye, I saw Bella straightening in her chair. Her expression shifted from curiosity to interest, eyebrows arching slightly as she looked him over—then at me, then back at him.I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Fred, this is Bella—my best friend and coworker at the bakery.”He tur

Vienna’s POV"Now now, let’s not jump to conclusions," Warren said, stepping in like the eternal mediator. The peacekeeper who always seemed to lean one way: hers.I clutched Milo to my chest, his little body limp and eerily still. Warren crouched beside me and tried to examine him. But his face remained blank. Unknowing. Useless."I don’t know what’s wrong with him," he muttered, his brow furrowed in confusion."I bet she does," I said softly, my voice laced with accusation as I gently stroked Milo’s fur.Desiree sat up from the sofa casually, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I just gave him a piece of chocolate," she said, shrugging. "Didn’t expect him to react so badly."I froze."Chocolate?" I repeated slowly, my voice rising. "Are you serious? Chocolate is toxic to animals, Desiree. Deadly. And don't you dare stand there and act like you didn't know that. You wanted him gone the moment you moved in."She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh, here we go again. You always t