Alle Kapitel von Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Warren’s POVWith a heavy sigh, I grabbed my jacket from the coat rack. I rolled my shoulders to shake off the tension.I needed to get out of here—anywhere but trapped in this damn office. Maybe a few minutes in the smoking room would help clear my head.Just as I was pushing open the door, my assistant, Lewis, nearly crashed into me. "Sir! Mr. Hale!" he stammered, clutching a tablet to his chest.I stopped, exhaling through my nose. "What is it, Lewis?"Lewis gave me that nervous, tight-lipped smile of his. The one he wore when he knew I was seconds from biting his head off. "Just a reminder, sir… the new project proposal presentation is scheduled in ten minutes. You, uh, signed off on it yesterday."I ran a hand through my hair, biting back a groan. "Tell them I can’t make it. You can take my place."Lewis blinked, looking both startled and panicked. "Sir… you want me to sit in for you?""That’s what I just said, isn’t it?" I snapped. "Write up a report so I can give the partners f

Vienna’s POVAfter the broadcast wrapped, I made my way back to the dressing room. My hands still trembled slightly from the rush of it all—live television had a way of electrifying every cell in my body.God, that was a close call with the cream. I still didn’t understand how the piping bag had burst like that.I sat down at the vanity, catching my reflection in the mirror—flushed cheeks, bright eyes, a faint sheen on my forehead. Despite the hiccup, I didn’t look flustered. I looked… alive.The door swung open and in came Nora, practically bouncing with energy, her face glowing with excitement."Vienna, that was incredible!" she gushed, clasping her hands together. "The way you just kept going—like it was part of the plan! And that swirl you turned it into? It looked so intentional. Honestly, pure artistry."I let out a breathy laugh and turned toward her. "Thanks, Nora. At this point, I’ve learned to expect the unexpected in this kitchen. I’m just glad the cream didn’t end up in my

Vienna’s POVWarren’s jaw tightened as he stepped between us, eyes locked on Fred. “She’s my wife,” he said coldly, voice low and sharp. “Of course I care about her safety.”Fred raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Funny way of showing it. A little on the aggressive side, in my opinion.”“I saw what I saw,” Warren snapped. “You were practically on top of her.”“I was helping her,” Fred said, his tone biting. “That’s all. You really think I’d make a move on a married woman?”“I think you enjoy playing the knight in shining armor a little too much,” Warren shot back. “You’ve been hovering around her for weeks.”“Because she’s the best damn pastry chef in my kitchen. She deserves to be treated with respect,” Fred said, his voice rising. “And not yanked around like some possession you get to claim in front of everyone.”Warren took a step closer, his shoulders squared, fists clenched. “Watch your mouth.”Fred didn’t budge. “Or what? You’ll push me again? Go ahead. Prove to her how mature you

Warren’s POV"Nothing," Vienna said quickly—too quickly. But I’d caught the look in her eyes just moments ago, right as I shut the trunk. There was heat in it—undeniable—and it twisted something deep in my chest. Pride, excitement, a flicker of hope. Maybe me fixing that tire had done more than get us back on the road. Maybe it had chipped away at the walls between us.She took a few measured steps toward me, her expression shifting into something more serious—cool, but not cold. "Warren," she began, stopping just in front of me. "You know that the way you shoved Fred back there wasn’t okay."I exhaled sharply, the pride in my chest dimming slightly. "I was pissed," I said. "I thought—""You thought what?" she cut in, arms crossing. "How many times do I have to tell you that my relationship with Fred—my boss—is strictly professional?"I opened my mouth, but she wasn’t finished."Fred is a good guy," she continued firmly. "A solid leader, respectful, professional—he didn’t deserve th

Vienna’s POVThe three of us quickened our pace, weaving through the growing crowd as the noise swelled ahead. A mix of shouts, laughter, and gasps rippled through the onlookers.I stood on my tiptoes, trying to see past the wall of bodies. My heart skipped when I finally caught a glimpse of flailing limbs—and then the unmistakable sight of Bella. Her eyes were glassy with rage, fingers knotted tightly in another woman’s hair.“Bella?” I blurted, stunned. Her knuckles were white from the grip, her lips moving fast in furious words I couldn’t make out over the crowd’s reactions.“No ways,” Noah murmured beside me, his voice laced with disbelief. “What the hell did that chick do to set her off?”Warren reached out as I instinctively lunged forward, placing a steady hand on my shoulder.“Hold on,” he said firmly, though his tone was gentle. “Give her a second. Bella’s fierce—she can handle herself.”“But she’s clearly not okay,” I protested, trying to push past him.Warren’s hand didn’t