Semua Bab Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Vienna’s POV"We’re going to pick up your stuff, and then you’re moving into my house," Bella said firmly as we climbed into a taxi outside the police station. Her tone left no room for argument. "No more hotels. End of story."I blinked at her, surprised. "Wait—are you serious?"She gave me a side glance. "Of course I’m serious. I already told you you’re welcome any time. I just wanted to give you space at first. You needed it.""Bell, you’re the best." I leaned over and wrapped her in a tight hug. She patted my back with a grin, but her eyes were still clouded with concern.By the time the taxi pulled up to the hotel, exhaustion was crashing over me like a wave. The adrenaline from everything that had happened—Warren, the police—was finally wearing off."I’ll stay here one more night," I said as we stepped out. "I just need a good sleep. I’ll pack in the morning.""Alright," Bella said with a reluctant nod. "Just… keep your phone on. Call me if that sleazebag shows up again."I gave

Vienna’s POVAshley’s voice had been light, but the way she asked it made the question feel less like curiosity and more like an interrogation.“We met by chance at a restaurant,” I said, keeping my tone casual. “We started talking about desserts—textures and flavor balance. The next thing I knew, Fred was sampling my cakes and asking if I’d ever consider joining his team.”Ashley tilted her head, one brow arching. “Just like that?” she asked, her tone hovering somewhere between amused curiosity and subtle disbelief.I gave a modest shrug. “I… guess I impressed him,” I said lightly.She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes this time.“Well,” she said, smoothing her apron as she turned toward the door. “That is impressive. Not everyone gets tapped like that.”I nodded, catching the unspoken tension. “Yeah. It caught me off guard too.”She gave a soft laugh, her expression brightening. “Well, Fred’s got a good eye. He doesn’t usually go out of his way for just anyone. Congratulatio

Vienna’s POV“Back to the kitchen,” I whispered to myself.I exhaled slowly, straightening my apron and brushing a few stray strands of hair behind my ears. I needed to focus. Personal matters had no place here.Ashley entered the kitchen right behind me, her stride confident. She caught up easily, and we walked side by side toward our workstations.“So…” she said casually, eyes flicking toward me. “Who was that out in the hallway?”“Oh,” I blinked. “My, um… father-in-law.”Her smile brightened with interest. “Oh! You’re married?”I hesitated. “Yes… Well, for now,” I added quickly. “We’re actually in the process of getting divorced.”Her expression shifted instantly, softening. “Oh… I’m sorry to hear that, Vienna.”“Thanks,” I said, keeping my tone light. I appreciated her sympathy, even if I didn’t want to unpack the emotional mess of it all right now.She lingered for another second. Her eyes studied me like she wanted to say more but decided against it. Instead, she gave a small nod

Desiree’s POVI barely heard a word as the senior partners delivered their polished presentations. My mind drifted to the new apartment Warren had moved me into. It was supposed to feel like a fresh start. But all it felt like was exile. Sure, it was stunning, luxurious, and fully paid for by Warren. But only because she wanted me out of his life.If it weren’t for Vienna, I’d still be living comfortably at the villa, sipping my morning coffee next to Warren. I missed our teasing. Our closeness. I missed… him.For the past three nights, I’d lay wide awake, staring up at the crystal chandelier above the bed. The expensive essential oils on the nightstand might as well have been water. No amount of calming fragrance could mask the bitterness in my chest.They might think that I’ve accepted this. But they have no idea what I’m planning. I always land on my feet—and I don’t plan to stay exiled for long.The sound of applause jolted me from my thoughts. I quickly joined in, clapping polite

Vienna’s POVMonica’s eyes flashed for a second. But she quickly pasted on a look of wounded dignity, clutching her pearl necklace."How dare you, Warren? After all I’ve done for you, you speak to your poor stepmother like this?" Her voice trembled just enough to make her look like the victim.I watched her carefully—and in that moment, it hit me. This was where Desiree got her flair for drama. The same practiced self-pity, the same crocodile tears, the same knack for twisting a scene.I drew in a slow breath, stepping forward, my voice cutting clean through the tension."Monica," I said smoothly, my eyes locking onto hers, "if you don’t want the consequences, don’t accuse others of sins you’re guilty of yourself."Her mouth opened slightly, as if to retort—but nothing came out. For a brief moment, she simply gaped, clearly stunned that I’d dare stand my ground and fire back at her like that.I tilted my head just slightly, adding with a razor-sharp smile, "Pointing fingers at others w