All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Vienna’s POV"I… I don’t know," I stammered, pressing my fingers to my temples. My mind was spinning, every thought crashing into the next. Would Edward really have gone that far? If he was behind this, then he must’ve also been the one who sent me that message about Ashley. The same unknown number. The same tone. But that didn’t make sense… unless he was a much better actor than I’d ever imagined."God, what a mess," I muttered under my breath. "I… I’m gonna have to confront him about all this."Warren immediately shook his head. "No. Don’t." His voice was low, firm. "I’d honestly prefer it if you stayed away from him. Who knows what else he’s capable of?"He took a slow, tentative step closer, his expression softening. "I don’t want you to get hurt, Vienna."I took a step back. "If that’s true," I said quietly but firmly, "you wouldn’t have kissed me and then run as far as you could the second you found out about the heart. And you sure as hell wouldn’t have kissed the first other

Vienna’s POVA few days passed without a word from Edward. Part of me was relieved, but the silence felt strange. I didn’t think he’d give up so easily. I tried to focus on work at the orphanage. But still, I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that all the people I’d had a fall-out with—Ashley, Edward—had suddenly vanished from my life.It was a quiet morning when Fred burst through the orphanage doors. His cheeks were flushed, his breath ragged, eyes wide with alarm."Fred?" I set down the tray I was carrying and rushed toward him. "What’s wrong?"He looked around the room, making sure no one else was listening. "I went to the address of that so-called lab that tested Ashley," he said, his voice trembling."What? Why?""Because something wasn’t sitting right with me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it." He swallowed hard. "Vienna, there was nothing there. Just a row of old, empty warehouses. No lab. No sign. Nothing."I blinked. "Are you sure it was the right place?"He pulled a crumpl

Vienna’s POVAshley and Edward stumbled through the smoky bar entrance, the neon lights painting their faces in sickly hues of red and blue. Even from our corner booth, it was obvious: they weren’t just drunk. Their eyes were glassy, their movements slow and unfocused, like puppets tugged by invisible strings.Ashley leaned heavily against Edward’s shoulder, laughing too loudly at something he mumbled. Her once-glowing skin looked pale and sallow, her hair disheveled. Edward wasn’t much better. Sweat was beading at his temples, pupils wide, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.What the hell were they on?My stomach twisted. For one irrational second, a flicker of jealousy ran through me—seeing him with her, so close, so intimate—even though I knew this wasn’t real. Not in any healthy sense of the word.Fred caught my gaze across the table, his expression mirroring my fury and disbelief. We both moved to stand, but Warren’s voice cut through, low and sharp."Don’t," he hissed, press

Warren’s POVThere she was, standing in the doorway, the dim light catching the gloss of her dark red lipstick. Desiree. She looked the same and yet worse. Sharper somehow. Like a serpent that had shed its skin and found something deadlier underneath.Her gaze slid over me and a smug little smile spread across her face. "Well, well," she purred. "It’s been far too long, Warren."My jaw clenched so hard my molars ached. "You sick—"Her tone turned venomous. "And she’s the reason you’re both here." I pulled against the ropes again, fury boiling through my veins. "If you hurt her—" Desiree crouched down in front of me, her perfume cloying and sweet. "Oh, Warren," she whispered, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You should know by now…" Her hand reached out and gripped my chin, nails digging into my skin. "I don’t just hurt people." She tilted her head toward Vienna. "I destroy them."I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. "What do you want?" I said, trying to sound reasonable

Fred’s POV"So you’re telling me they drugged you without your knowing?" I asked, my voice low but tight with disbelief. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching Ashley carefully. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the mug of tea."Yeah," she muttered, eyes darting to the floor. "Well, the first time, yeah. I was… I was such a mess when I ran into them. And that—" She hesitated, her lip curling. "That Dana woman, who I guess was actually Desiree. She acted like she got me. Said all the right things. Listened. Made me feel seen."She laughed bitterly. "I should’ve known better. They took me to a bar, and I swear, I didn’t even notice it. I just remember my drink tasting a little… metallic. After that, it’s a blur. Whatever they used—God—it was strong."She ran a hand through her freshly washed hair and looked up at me, eyes red. "As soon as I sobered up, it felt like my skin was crawling off my bones. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I’d have done anything for another