All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Edward’s POVVienna looked so heartbreakingly fragile beside me. Her eyes were red, lashes still wet, her whole body curled in on itself as though she were trying not to shatter. And God help me… she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.I wanted to pull her into my arms again, hold her until the pain left her body. Every cell in me screamed to do it. But I forced my hands to stay still.The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was taking advantage of her grief. If she needed a friend tonight—only a friend—then that’s exactly who I would be.I swallowed hard. "Vienna," I said softly, my voice rougher than I intended. "I just… I want you to be happy. More than anything."She blinked up at me, confused, vulnerable, those ocean-blue eyes shining with exhaustion and sorrow. It nearly undid me."If being with me ever made you happy," I continued quietly, "that would make me the happiest man alive." My throat tightened on the words. "But…"I had to look away for a moment t

Vienna’s POVAfter the orphanage, after the flour-covered chaos and Edward’s soft smiles, I dropped Oliver off with my parents and drove straight to therapy. My body felt lighter than it had in weeks… but my mind was still a storm.Elaine welcomed me in with her usual gentle warmth. "You look… different today," she observed as I sank into the couch. "A little more alive."I gave a weak huff. "The orphanage will do that to you. But that’s not why I’m here.""Mm," she hummed knowingly. "Tell me."I rubbed my palms over my knees, trying to gather my thoughts. "I’m confused, Elaine. Really confused. About Edward. And Warren. And what I even feel."She stayed quiet—a silent invitation."I don’t know if my feelings for Edward are real," I admitted. "I mean… he looks exactly like Daniel. My first love. His twin. And Warren…" My throat tightened. "What if what I feel for him is just trauma? What if none of this is real, and I’m just broken?"Elaine’s smile was soft, steadying. "Vienna… what

Vienna’s POVWith a heavy heart, I said goodbye to Warren and forced myself out of the hospital. I drove straight to the bakery, hoping the familiar scent of sugar and espresso would ground me.The moment I walked in, Ashley spotted me from behind the counter."There she is!" she called, waving a piping bag like a magic wand. "V, I saved you a croissant the size of your face. You look like you need it."Zoey popped out from the kitchen with a tray of steaming cinnamon rolls. "And caffeine. A lot of it. Possibly intravenously."Their teasing loosened something tight in my chest. "I’m fine," I lied with a small smile. "Just… a long morning."Ashley narrowed her eyes playfully. "We’ll allow one lie before noon. After that, honesty only."I laughed. "Deal."For a while, the bakery felt warm and easy. Customers came in and out, music humming overhead. Ashley was trying to teach Zoey how to swirl frosting "like an adult" while Zoey insisted her blobs had character.Around mid-afternoon, the

Vienna’s POVI sank into the cushions, my heart still racing but less violently now. Edward crouched in front of me, lifting one of my hands gently from my face and placing it on my chest."Feel your heartbeat?" he asked softly.I nodded numbly."Match your breathing to my hand." He placed his other hand lightly on my ribcage, warm and steady. "In…" He inhaled softly. "And out."I followed him, shaky at first, then steadier. The room stopped spinning as violently.His calm was contagious.I blinked at him through blurry eyes. "How… how are you so good at this?"He gave me a tiny smile. "Army training. And… a lot of therapy."A drunk laugh-snort escaped me, and he seemed relieved by it.Slowly, the panic settled into something softer, something almost warm. I hadn’t expected to feel so safe here, with him… but I did. Too safe, maybe. Which was dangerous in its own way.After a few more breaths, he rose and helped me to my feet. "You should drink some water."I let him lead me to the kit

Vienna’s POVEleanor turned to face me fully, and I tried not to let the shock show too visibly on my face. She looked… hollow. Pale. Her cheekbones stood out sharply, as if grief itself had carved at her. Deep lines framed her mouth and eyes—lines that hadn’t been there in Paris.When her eyes finally settled on mine, they narrowed with slow, deliberate disdain."Well, well," she said, her voice cutting like glass. "Look what the cat dragged in."I swallowed hard. My first instinct was to step back. My second was to throw my arms around her and blurt out how sorry I was. Instead, my feet rooted to the floor."Eleanor…" My voice came out small, shaky. "I—I’m really sorry for how I just… disappeared. I—life has been really busy and—""Busy?" she interrupted with a sharp, humorless laugh. "That’s your excuse?""I know it’s not fair," I tried again, "but—"She pushed herself up from the chair beside Jason’s bed, rising to her full—still intimidating—height. "I thought I meant something