Semua Bab Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Vienna’s POVI cleared my throat gently. "I, uh—I honestly didn’t realize that asking Desiree to move out would lead to… all of this," I said, choosing my words carefully. I glanced at Desiree’s pale, tearful face.Before I could go on, Elliot raised a firm hand. "Vienna, this is not your fault—not at all," he said, his tone sharp and authoritative. His eyes shifted to Warren, hardening. "This is Warren’s failure, through and through."I blinked, startled, as I looked at Warren. He looked just as shocked.Elliot didn’t stop. "As a husband, you failed to set proper boundaries and mediate the relationship between your wife and your sister. And as a brother, you’ve clearly failed to look after Desiree’s emotional well-being."I saw Warren stiffen beside me, his jaw tightening. I could tell Elliot’s words were cutting deep—especially with our looming divorce his father was still blissfully unaware of.Warren sat up straighter, his voice measured but defensive. "Father, you know how much p

Vienna’s POVI woke up early the next morning, as the sunlight crept through the curtains. When I stepped out into the hallway, I heard soft voices and the clink of dishes.Bella and James were sitting together at the dining table, quietly eating breakfast. I tried to slip past unnoticed, but Bella’s sharp eyes caught me immediately."V!" she called, pushing back her chair. She quickly followed me into the kitchen, her cheeks flushed. "I’m so sorry about last night," she began, lowering her voice. "We… uh… we kind of lost track of time, and…""It’s okay, Bell," I interrupted softly, offering her a small smile.But Bella frowned. "Wait… you’re not mad, are you?""No," I shook my head. "But… I do think it’s time I move out soon."Bella’s eyes widened. "What? No, V! Please don’t feel pressured because of us. If I’d known it would affect you like this—""It’s not just that," I cut in gently, brushing a hand over her arm. "I’ve been thinking… After everything he’s done for me, I think it’s

Warren’s POVI jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs. My T-shirt clung to my chest, damp with cold sweat.A nightmare.I turned sharply, reaching for the other side of the bed—but it was cold. Empty."No," I whispered, a knot tightening in my stomach. I sat up abruptly, running both hands through my hair, trying to shake off the lingering images."It was just a dream," I muttered under my breath.Just then I heard soft movement across the room.I turned my head, and there she was—Vienna—standing at the closet, sorting through her clothes. She was still in her nightgown, her auburn hair pulled into a loose bun.Relief flooded me so intensely I almost laughed.In the dream, Vienna had been walking away from me. Her back stiff, her footsteps determined. No matter how much I called after her, no matter how I reached out, she never turned back.But now, here she was. Against all odds, she really had come back to me yesterday. "Morning, V," I murmured, my voice thick with leftove

Vienna’s POVI arrived at work, hair slightly disheveled, heart pounding. My legs felt heavy, and my head was foggy—partly from lack of sleep, partly from the emotional weight I’d been dragging around.Ashley walked up just as I was pulling open the staff entrance. "Ah, another early bird!" she chimed brightly, giving me a sideways grin.I forced a weak smile. "Yeah… can’t seem to sleep in these days."As we headed into the changing area to slip on our uniforms, Ashley kept chatting, her voice light and cheerful. "I was thinking we could experiment with the raspberry mousse later—Fred wants to tweak the texture for the new menu, maybe add a hint of basil. What do you think?""Mhm," I murmured, only half-listening.Inside, I kept nodding as she floated ideas. But my mind was far away—drifting back to this morning. Warren’s sleeping face, his voice murmuring softly: Come back, come back. My stomach clenched. Was he calling for me… or for his ex? The thought wouldn’t leave me alone, coi

Vienna’s POVFred didn’t answer Ashley’s bold question right away. Instead, he gave her a calm, even look and said, “Ashley, don’t joke around like that.”Ashley gave an innocent shrug, her voice light but edged. “I’m just saying… you’ve never taken any other pastry chef out for coffee after work. Not even me—and I’ve known you my whole life.” She let the words hang between us, her eyes glancing pointedly from me to Fred.Fred sat back slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the side of his cup. “Ashley, I was concerned because Vienna made an unusual mistake today. I thought something might be on her mind. That’s all. Just concern for a new colleague.”Ashley leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “Oh? But if there’s no special feelings, Fred, why did you personally go to explain the delay to the customers today? That’s never happened before. You’ve always sent the manager.”Fred’s jaw tightened slightly. “Ashley,” he said, his voice sharp, “as the CEO of Taste Royalty, I don’