บททั้งหมดของ Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: บทที่ 361 - บทที่ 370

Vienna’s POVEdward’s hands were warm on my waist. Familiar now, like they’d always belonged there. We were standing in the garden of the new house, fairy lights strung between the trees. He leaned in, his green eyes soft, asking permission without words.I tilted my chin up.Our lips met—slow, gentle, achingly sweet."Mommy!" Oliver’s voice rang out, happy and clear. "Daddy!"I smiled into the kiss, pulling back just enough to see my son running toward us. Edward laughed, reaching down—And then—A sound behind us. A sharp, haunting intake of breath.I turned.Warren was standing there. A pale, gaunt figure—but alive. Awake. His dark eyes were locked on us, confusion and pain flickering across his face. "Vienna…?" he whispered.My heart slammed into my ribs. "Warren?! You… you’re awake! I—"Oliver ran past me and grabbed his hand. "Daddy!" he said brightly. Then he turned and pointed at Edward. "Meet Daddy number two!""No," I gasped. "Oliver, wait—"Edward stepped back, color dra

Vienna’s POV"Edward, I—" I stammered, but the words tangled in my throat and refused to take shape. In truth, I didn’t know what to say. Not the right thing. Not the honest thing without breaking something fragile between us.His shoulders drooped, just slightly. The man who always seemed so grounded, so certain, suddenly looked… tired. Vulnerable."I’m not unsure about you," I said quietly, forcing the words out before fear could stop me. "I’m just… navigating things that are bigger than us."The silence that followed was heavy, pressing in from all sides of the tiny storeroom. Edward didn’t respond right away. He looked at the floor, then at the shelves, anywhere but at me. When he finally met my eyes again, there was disappointment there—deep and unmistakable—but also restraint. Respect. That almost made it worse."I understand," he said slowly. His voice was calm, but I could hear the effort it took to keep it that way. "I really do. You’ve been through a lot. And I don’t want

Vienna’s POVBefore I knew it, wedding day came.Which meant… I’d have to face Edward.The realization hit me somewhere between rinsing shampoo from my hair and tripping over Luna, who had decided that the bathroom mat was her mortal enemy. Steam fogged up the mirror as I wrapped myself in a towel, my heart already racing."Okay," I muttered to my reflection. "We can do this."From down the hall, Oliver’s voice floated in. "Mommy! Is today Auntie Ashley’s princess wedding?""Yes," I called back, smiling despite myself. "Today is her princess wedding.""And I’m finally gonna wear my tux," he announced proudly."And you’re gonna look very handsome in it," I replied."And Luna is wearing her bowtie," he added. "She doesn’t like it.""I know," I said, peeking into his room a moment later. "But she’ll survive."Luna sat on the bed beside him, her fluffy white head tilted dramatically to one side, the tiny pink bowtie perched under her chin. She looked deeply betrayed."I’m sorry, sweethear

Vienna’s POVOur kiss deepened, surging forward with an intensity that stole my breath. Champagne hummed warmly through my veins, dissolving the last of my carefully built walls. I kissed him back hungrily, my hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer as if I’d been starved of this exact feeling for years.Which, to be honest, I had.I hadn’t let any man in like this for way too long. But I was done protecting myself at the cost of living.Edward made a low sound in his throat that made my knees weak. One hand was firm at my waist, the other cupping my face as if he needed to anchor himself. His kiss wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Reverent. Like he’d waited a lifetime for my permission.When he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, I laughed softly in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck."Edward—" I started, but the word dissolved into a breathless sound as he kissed along my jaw."I’ve got you," he murmured.God, I wanted this. I wanted him.As he carried me down the

Vienna’s POV"Daddy?"Oliver’s voice was so small it barely carried, but it cut through the room like a blade.Lauren jerked back as if she’d been electrocuted, her lips breaking away from Warren’s. She spun toward us, eyes flashing, her face hardening the second she saw me."Vienna?" she snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?"My blood roared in my ears. Every instinct screamed to protect my son, to keep my composure, to not let her see how deeply this was rattling me."I could ask you the same question," I said evenly, though my hands were trembling at my sides. "Oliver deserves to see his father. More than anyone else."Warren stirred. Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself more upright against the pillows, his movements tentative, as though he didn’t quite trust his own body yet."Olli…" he croaked, his voice rough but warm. His eyes found our son instantly, lighting up. "Hey. Big man."Oliver didn’t hesitate. He wriggled free of my hand and ran straight to the bed, climbing up