All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Warren’s POVI stood at the door of the villa, watching helplessly as Vienna's small beige Fiat disappeared into the distance.I had bought her that car a few months after our wedding—a small, sweet gesture of convenience. Something to make her commutes to the bakery easier, safer. Back then, everything between us had felt warm and full of promise. Now, watching her taillights vanish down the driveway, it felt like I was watching the last flicker of our marriage burn out and fade.“Oh, V,” I muttered, the guilt pressing against my chest like a loaded fist. “Why does it have to be like this?”I clenched my jaw and turned on my heel, ready to grab my keys and go after her. I’d bring her home. I’d fix this.But then the front door creaked open in front of me.“Hey, Warren,” came a soft, uncertain voice.Desiree stood in the doorway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression drawn and pale. The rain made her hair cling to her face, lending her an almost tragic air. She looke

Vienna’s POVI rushed after Fred, my heart pounding with panic. "Fred, wait!" I whispered harshly, trying to catch up to him. I reached for his arm, but he was too fast.He cut through the cafe like a blade, not even glancing back at me. He was heading straight for Warren and Desiree, seated in the back corner. I picked up my pace, anxiety clawing at my throat.The last thing I wanted was for my work life to become tangled with the emotional disaster that was Warren and Desiree. Fred was about to become my boss—I couldn’t let him get involved in my divorce.But I only caught up with Fred as he reached their table."Please—don’t," I whispered.Warren looked up. His eyes met mine first—guilt flaring instantly in his expression. "Vienna…" he breathed. "What are you—"Then his gaze shifted. He spotted Fred beside me. The guilt evaporated, replaced by something harder—jealousy, suspicion, and unmistakable anger."Oh," Warren said, his jaw tightening. "I see what this is."But before I c

Third Person POVVienna looked over at Fred as they walked through the cobbled streets of Kingsford. Fred’s expression was somber, his eyes fixed ahead.“I don’t usually talk about this,” he said after a long pause. His voice was thick with restraint. “But after what you witnessed today, I guess I owe you the truth.”“You don’t owe me anything,” Vienna said softly. “But I’m here if you want to share.”“It started two years ago,” Fred began, his words measured and heavy. “Jason—my younger brother—was in his final year at Crestford University. He was sharp. Driven. Kind-hearted in a way that made people believe in things again. He wanted to become a human rights lawyer.”Vienna listened intently, already sensing the shift in tone. The weight of what was coming.“But then,” Fred continued, his jaw clenching, “he caught Desiree cheating on a final exam. She had bribed a TA for the answer key. Jason reported her. He thought it was the right thing to do. He believed in accountability.”Vi

Warren’s POV"God damn it!" I roared, my voice tearing through the quiet office. The divorce papers crumpled in my clenched fist. In my rage, I started tearing them apart. "This. Is. Not. Happening," I spoke with every rip. "Over. My. Dead. Body." The shredded pieces fluttered down like confetti at a funeral—mocking, merciless."Fuck, Vienna!" I slammed my fist down onto the desk.She had crossed a line. She had betrayed the vows we made, cheated on me, and now dared to ask for a divorce.The anger was suffocating and raw. Without thinking, I stormed out of the office. Lewis glanced up from his desk with concern as I passed him. "Be safe out there, sir," he said quietly, eyes sharp but gentle.I didn’t respond. I couldn’tOutside, the cold evening air hit me like a slap. I pulled out my phone and typed quickly, fingers trembling:"Whiskey tonight? I’m on my way."I hit send, then climbed into my sedan, slammed the door shut, and pushed the accelerator. Hard. The engine roared beneat

Vienna’s POV"None of this is your business, Warren," I snapped, my voice sharp as a knife. "Now answer my question: how did you find me?!"Warren leaned against the doorframe, looking smug and far too comfortable in a place he had no right to be. "I have my ways," he said, with that same condescending tilt of the head he always used when he wanted to sound superior.My blood boiled. "Your ways? Did you threaten someone? Hack hotel records?""Who cares? I just came to talk," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Vienna, I gave you everything. The bakery, the car, your damn cat enclosure—"That stopped me cold. "Don’t you dare bring up Milo.""I did so much for you," Warren went on coldly, his voice rising with each word. "And you betrayed me. You cheated on me with that son of a—"I stopped listening. His accusations blurred into noise.Instead, I turned to Bella, my eyebrows lifting in silent question. "Did you…?" I whispered.Her eyes widened, and she shook her head at once, her voice