All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Vienna’s POV"Edward?" I repeated weakly, my mind scrambling for footing. "Oh—he’s, uh… It’s a long story."Warren’s gaze stayed locked on mine, sharp despite the fatigue lining his face. There was something vulnerable there too, something raw. As if he were bracing himself for a blow he sensed was coming.Before I could find safer words, Oliver piped up again, completely oblivious to the emotional landmine he was standing on."He’s Mommy’s best friend," Oliver said proudly, as if that settled everything. "And he plays with me lots too. And he helps at the orphanage. He’s fun, and tall, and—""Oliver," I cut in. "Daddy doesn’t need to hear all that right now, okay? He’s tired."I watched Warren’s jaw tighten, the muscle ticking near his temple. His fingers curled slowly into the sheets, knuckles whitening."Mommy’s best friend, huh," he said carefully. Too carefully. "Is that so…"Lauren perked up instantly. I saw the glint in her eyes—the way a predator recognizes opportunity."How sw

Warren’s POVLauren’s words should have ignited something deeper.But instead, my chest tightened.I stared at her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, trying to will myself into feeling what I was supposed to feel. Desire. Certainty. Want.But all I felt was pressure, like something heavy was sitting right behind my ribs.My mind betrayed me immediately.Vienna’s face rose unbidden, clear as day. The way her eyes had searched mine in that hospital room. The way my heart had reacted before logic had any say in it.What would she think of this? Of me and Lauren?But then, just as quickly, another thought followed.Edward.The one Oliver had mentioned so casually. The one Vienna had apparently moved on with.She wasn’t waiting for me.And according to Lauren, I wasn’t waiting for her anymore either.There was no point hoping for something different.So I let Lauren take my hand and pull me toward the room."Come on," she said softly. "Let me take care of you."Lauren led me

Vienna’s POVWarren was already there when I arrived. For a moment, I just stood at the entrance of the bar, watching him from a distance. He looked… better. Stronger. His posture was less guarded, his movements steadier. But when he looked up and our eyes met, I saw it immediately—the edge of worry beneath the surface. The uncertainty. The deep confusion that memory loss left behind.He had chosen the exact same table we always used to sit at. Same corner. Same view of the bar. Same feeling of déjà vu pressing against my ribs."Hey," he said softly as I approached, standing halfway as if unsure whether to hug me."Hey," I answered, offering a small smile instead.We sat.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke."So," he cleared his throat. "How have you been?""I’ve been pretty great," I said honestly. "Our new home is wonderful. Oliver’s never been happier."Warren smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "That’s great. I’m… happy for you.""Thanks," I said quietly. "And you?

Vienna’s POVBella chose the wine bar downtown. The one with fairy lights strung across the ceiling and music just loud enough to drown out intrusive thoughts.The second I saw her, I almost sagged with relief.She wrapped me in a tight hug. "You look like you’ve aged five years in one week.""Thank you," I muttered into her shoulder."I meant it lovingly."We slid into a booth, and before either of us could spiral, a bottle of red appeared between us.Bella raised her glass. "To surviving men."I clinked mine against hers. "Barely."She narrowed her eyes. "Okay. Start talking. I can tell from your face this is not just regular chaos."I took a long sip before answering."It’s Warren," I said. "And Edward."Her eyes lit up. "Oh God. A triangle. I knew it.""It’s not a triangle," I insisted immediately."It’s definitely a triangle."I exhaled sharply. "Warren remembered. Or at least parts of it. The kidnapping. Desiree. The gunshot."Bella’s expression sobered instantly. "Oh.""He told

Vienna’s POVMy brows shot up. "Excuse me?""You look…" He gestured vaguely. "You look incredible."I folded my arms. "Is that supposed to be a compliment or an accusation?"He exhaled sharply and dragged a hand through his hair. "I just— I don’t like this.""Like what?" I challenged. "Me wearing a dress?""You know that’s not what I mean.""Then say what you mean."His jaw tightened. "I don’t like that you’re going to sit across from your ex—who just confessed he still loves you—looking like that."I blinked. "Looking like what?""Like you’re about to walk onto a catwalk."I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "I am walking into a battlefield."He didn’t answer."You think I’m trying to impress Warren?" I asked incredulously."I don’t know what you’re trying to do," he admitted, frustration bleeding into his tone."I’m trying not to let Lauren think she’s won," I said quietly. "I’m trying to remind myself who I am."His expression softened a fraction."I’ve been insecure all day," I c