All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Vienna’s POVThe next morning, over breakfast, I gently nudged Oliver. "Hey," I said casually, "can I ask you something?"He looked up with his wide blue eyes. "Yeah?"I hesitated for half a second, then smiled. "How would you feel if we… maybe… started looking for our own home?"His spoon froze mid-air. "Our own home?" His face lit up instantly. "Like… with my own playroom? And a backyard? And maybe a dog, and a cat, and bunnies?"I laughed. "Yes, exactly like that. Though I don’t know about all those animals."He gasped dramatically. "Mom! Are we really gonna move?""Well," I chuckled, "we’re going to look. And if we find something that feels right, then yes. A special place, just for you and me."He jumped off his chair, doing a little spin around the kitchen. "YES! I want a blue room! No—wait—a green one! And I want a tree outside with a swing and—and—"His excited rambling was cut off by the sound of footsteps. Harold and Celeste appeared in the doorway, blinking sleepily."What’s

Vienna’s POVThe four of us fanned out across the graveyard—me, Edward, Noah, and Bella—calling Lily’s name until our voices blurred into the wind. The place felt endless, rows and rows of stones stretching out under the gray afternoon sky. My stomach tightened more with every step. The thought of Lily somewhere here, alone and scared, made my chest hurt."We’ve covered this whole section," Noah called, worry carved into every line of his face. "She has to be close."Bella was already jogging ahead again, her voice hoarse from shouting. "Lily! Lily, sweetheart, please answer me!"Then a small, devastating sound cut through the quiet.A little sob."Wait," Bella whispered. She whipped around a tall marble headstone and gasped. "Oh my god—Lily."We all rushed toward her. Lily was curled up in the grass, pressed against the stone as if trying to disappear into it. When Bella scooped her up, Lily clung to her like she was drowning.Her whole little body shook."I’m so sorry," Bella whis

Ashley’s POV"Morning, fiancée," a low voice brushed against my ear. "Ready for your big day?"I blinked awake, still tangled beneath the sheets, to find Fred’s face hovering inches from mine. His dark blonde hair was a sleepy mess. His smile was entirely too smug for this early in the morning. For a moment I simply stared, my brain foggy. Then everything snapped into place."Oh my god." I shot upright so quickly I startled him. "Today is my Bachelorette!"Fred burst out laughing. "I knew it. I knew you’d be more excited about this than the wedding.""I am not!" I protested, even though we both knew it was only slightly untrue. "It’s just… Today is going to be fun. Weddings are stressful. This is fun."He stretched out, arms behind his head. "Good to know where I rank compared to glitter, giggles and cocktails.""Oh hush." I leaned down to kiss him. "You always rank first. But today? Today is Vienna’s masterpiece.""Well, if anyone can create a masterpiece involving alcohol, chaos, an

Vienna’s POVEdward stroked my hair with slow, deliberate gentleness, his touch grounding me in a world that still felt tilted off its axis."Shhh… you’re safe," he whispered, again and again. His low voice was warm and steady—like an anchor I didn’t know I needed until that moment.Across from us, Ashley was wrapped tightly in Fred’s arms. Her makeup was smudged, her chest rising and falling too fast, but she was safe. Fred rubbed her back, murmuring something into her hair.He lifted his gaze to Bella, who was standing nearby, arms wrapped around herself. "Security handled it?" he asked over Ashley’s shoulder.Bella nodded weakly. "Yeah. They dragged him out the back. Police should be on their way. He’s gone."Fred exhaled a long, shaky breath. "Okay. That’s it. We’re staying together for the rest of the night. No more splitting up, no wandering off. We stick as a group."The bachelor party and bachelorette group merged in a messy, chaotic tangle—men hugging women, women crying into

Vienna’s POVA group of people in yoga pants and athletic gear had gathered near the park trail, looking at us with curious, slightly amused expressions. Some of them were holding water bottles; others had mats rolled under their arms. All eyes were on us."Oh… no," I stammered, my cheeks heating instantly. "He’s just, uh… teaching me self-defense." My voice sounded a little breathless even to my own ears.One of the women smirked. "Right…" she said, tilting her head. "Didn’t look like you wanted to defend yourself there for a minute."I froze. My stomach twisted, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck.Edward stepped forward smoothly, his presence instantly commanding attention. He didn’t raise his voice, but every word had that sharp, confident tone that shut down nonsense before it started."That’s enough," he said, his eyes scanning the group with a calm but firm gaze. "This is a private session. If anyone wants to mock or judge my student, I suggest you take your entertain