Semua Bab Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Vienna’s POVWhile all my friends chatted, laughed, and passed around plates of food, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong at that table anymore.Their voices seemed distant, muffled. Like I was hearing them through a long tunnel.None of them had any idea what I went through. They hadn’t felt those hands grabbing at them. They hadn’t tasted chemicals burning through their veins. They hadn’t watched the blood of their child’s father spill across a filthy warehouse floor.And God, I was glad they hadn’t. But it also meant I didn’t fit in the way I used to.All I wanted—desperately—was to be sitting next to Warren’s hospital bed, holding his hand, waiting for him to open his eyes.To tell him everything I’d been feeling. To tell him how afraid I still was. How much I needed him to wake up."Hey, V?" Bella’s gentle voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.I blinked, startled to find everyone staring at me."Sorry… what?" My voice sounded distant, even to myself."Ashley was

Vienna’s POVThe next morning, I sat in my car outside a modest brick building tucked between a bakery and a florist. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. I’d barely slept. My stomach was in knots. But Edward’s words echoed in my head: You’ve already survived the worst part. Now you get to learn how to breathe again.So I took one deep, shaky breath, and went inside.The therapist’s office smelled faintly of lavender and old books. Soft light filtered through sheer curtains. The shelves were lined with pottery and framed quotes about courage and healing. It felt… safe.Behind the desk sat a woman in her late sixties with silver hair cut neatly at her jaw and kind eyes behind round glasses. Her name was Dr. Elaine Merrick. She rose to greet me with a small smile."You must be Vienna," she said, her voice warm and steady. "Come in, dear. Make yourself comfortable wherever you like."I sat on the couch, my hands fidgeting in my lap. "I, um… don’t really know ho

Vienna’s POVThe monitor’s steady rhythm carried on, unchanged. But I could’ve sworn I saw the faintest flutter in his eyelids. I leaned closer, heart hammering. "Warren," I whispered. "If you can hear me… squeeze my hand." No response. Only the stillness, heavy and electric. But I knew what I’d felt. Something had changed. If only for a second.Later, when I told the doctors, they exchanged looks that made my heart sink."It’s likely just a muscle reflex, Ms. McAllister," one of them explained gently. "A comatose body sometimes reacts that way without conscious control."I stared at him, my throat tight. "You didn’t see what I saw," I said, my voice trembling. "It wasn’t just a twitch. He’s trying to come back."The doctor sighed softly, sympathetic but firm. "I know you want to believe that. But please, don’t get your hopes up too soon. Reflexes like that are quite common, but generally don’t mean anything."I walked out of the room before he could finish his explanation. No. I

Vienna’s POV"Those dates we had…" Edward’s voice was low, almost hesitant. "I— I had the most fun I’ve had in a long time, V." He gave a small, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I haven’t felt this way about anyone since—"He stopped himself, eyes darting away."Since…?" I asked softly.He shook his head. "Doesn’t matter. What matters is that… when you told me you didn’t want to see me again, I spiraled. I was angry, hurt. That’s how Wayne and Desiree got to me. They used my pain against me, and I let them. I just…" His voice cracked slightly. "I just wish I could have another chance to show you the kind of man I can be."I blinked at him, stunned. His vulnerability caught me completely off guard. "Edward, I… I don’t know what to say. It’s just that—""Warren," he finished for me, a sad, knowing smile pulling at his lips. "Yeah. I know."I swallowed hard. "He… he’s been through the same things I have. It’s… different.""I get that," Edward said quietly. "I really do. Wha

Vienna’s POVA cold tremor swept through my entire body.No.No, they were wrong.They had to be wrong.I pressed a hand to my mouth, swallowing the cry that threatened to escape. My vision blurred as I stumbled backward. Away from their words. Away from the truth they believed.Warren wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be.He promised he would come back to me.His last words had been "I love you," for God’s sake. It couldn’t be over. Not now.My chest tightened until breathing hurt. I forced myself to turn, to walk, to keep moving before they realized I’d overheard.But in my mind, their voices replayed on a loop.Less than one percent.Vegetative state.Taken.Move on.Each word struck like a hammer, splintering the fragile hope I’d been clinging to.When I walked out of the hospital, it was pitch black outside—a deep, inky darkness swallowing the parking lot. I blinked up at the sky, stunned."God… how long was I in there?" I whispered to no one.I made my way to my trusty little Fiat—the one