All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Vienna’s POVJason’s gaze wavered, unfocused at first, then sharpened as it landed on the people closest to him."Dad…?" Jason’s voice was hoarse, a ghost of sound scraping out of a throat unused for years.Harold choked on a sob and leaned in. "Yes, son. Yes, it’s me. I’m here."Jason’s eyes drifted to Fred next, narrowing slightly as if digging through old memories. "Fred…? You look— older."Fred let out a wet, shaky laugh. "You missed a few birthdays, man." He grabbed Jason’s hand with trembling fingers. "Don’t you ever do that again."Then Jason turned his head sluggishly toward Eleanor. "Mom?"Eleanor pressed both hands to her mouth, shoulders shaking. "Yes, sweetheart. I’m right here."The reunion was so intimate, so beautiful. But when Jason’s gaze shifted to me, Ashley and Celeste, confusion washed over his features."I… I don’t know… you," he murmured, wincing slightly as if the unfamiliar faces were too much.I exchanged a quiet glance with Ashley, then touched Celeste’s elbo

Vienna’s POVI shouldn’t have been going there. I wasn’t even sure why I was.Maybe habit.Maybe guilt.Maybe the ghost of feelings I still didn’t understand.But before I could think better of it, I found myself standing in front of Warren’s door.I hesitated, my hand hovering above the handle, then exhaled shakily and pushed it open.The room was quiet. Thank God—Lauren was gone.Warren lay exactly as he had the last time I saw him, only paler, the lines of his face sharper, his body thinner beneath the blankets. Seeing him like this punched the air from my lungs.I stepped closer. "Hey," I whispered, trying to smile even though my throat felt tight. "It’s me."No response, of course.I pulled up the chair and sat beside him, my fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the bed. "A lot has happened today," I murmured. "Jason woke up. Can you believe that? After everything… he woke up."My voice cracked. I cleared it quickly. "He can’t move his legs yet," I continued softly, "but he’

Vienna’s POVWhen I took the stand, the room seemed to fall away into a thick, waiting silence. The judge stared. The jury leaned forward. Lawyers poised their pens. Even the audience seemed to be holding its breath.But I didn’t see any of them.My eyes locked on one person only.Desiree.She sat at the defense table with her perfect posture, chin slightly raised, eyes sharp with that familiar venomous arrogance. The woman who had destroyed my life in every way she could. The woman who had terrorized me, drugged my friends, orchestrated Jason, kidnapped me—and then shot Warren, the father of my child.My fingers curled tightly around the wooden edges of the witness stand.She thought she’d broken me.But today?Today, she was the one who would fall.The prosecutor stepped forward. "Ms. McAllister," he said gently, snapping me back into my body, "are you ready?""Yes." My voice was steady. Strong. Surprisingly strong.He stepped closer to the stand, offering me a small, reassuring no

Vienna’s POVI gasped when the doors opened and a wheelchair rolled in, carrying my youngest half-brother.Jason.He looked… alive. Fragile and thin, yes. But his skin had color again, and there was a spark in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. When he spotted me, he gave a cheeky little wink as he was wheeled past.I pressed a hand to my mouth, smiling so hard it almost hurt. He’s here. He’s really here.Jason sat tall in the witness chair, adjusting himself with surprising confidence for someone who’d just woken from a years-long coma. The prosecutor stepped forward."Mr. McAllister, can you tell the court what happened the night you were injured?"Jason cleared his throat. "Sure can."His voice was still a little thin, but steady."I caught Desiree Hale cheating on an exam. I told the principal. She wasn’t exactly thrilled." He shot Desiree a sarcastic smile. Her jaw clenched. "She told Wayne Johnson to ‘take care of it.’ And he did. He beat the hell out of me and left me for dead."

Vienna’s POVThe estate agent nearly burst into glitter when I told her we’d take the house."Really?" she gasped, clasping her hands like she’d just witnessed a proposal. "You’re sure? You don’t want more time to think it over?"I laughed. "We’re sure."Oliver bounded past us again, shrieking, "This is MY house! I’m gonna live here! I’m gonna have a TREE HOUSE!" I smiled fondly. He was already making plans the property didn’t contain.The agent beamed. "He seems thrilled!""He is," I said, warmth washing through me as Oliver darted into the garden again."I’ll head to the bank first thing tomorrow," I told her. "Get everything sorted.""Wonderful!" she said. "Congratulations again. This place… it’s going to treat you well."I hoped she was right. God, I needed her to be right. A fresh start was exactly what we needed."See you tonight," Edward murmured into my hair as we hugged goodbye.We drove back to Celeste and Harold’s place with Oliver chattering nonstop in the backseat about w