All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 371 - Chapter 376

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?