All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vienna’s POVBella stood frozen, still staring at the doors James and his mistress had disappeared through. Her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, as if she was holding back something heavier than tears.I stepped beside her and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Oh, Bella…" I whispered, pulling her close. "What an absolute idiot."That was all it took. Her breath hitched, and she let out a shaky sob. Then she buried her head in my shoulder and broke down completely, her arms clinging to me like she was trying not to fall apart.Behind us, Warren and Noah lingered, visibly unsure of what to do."I, uh…" Noah cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey, Warren, come with me—I’ve got some people I want you to meet."Warren looked at me for confirmation, his gaze questioning, as if asking if I’d be okay without him. I nodded softly."Go," I mouthed. "I’ve got her."He gave me a gentle smile and reached out to pat my back. "You’re amazing," he murmured under his br

Vienna’s POVWarren’s hand shot out instinctively, pressing gently but firmly against my waist in a protective gesture. "What the hell—?" he muttered under his breath, eyes locked on the stranger in the foyer.Desiree spun around the second she heard our footsteps. Her face, usually composed and elegant, was now pale and tight with fear."Oh, thank God, Warren. You’re here." Her voice cracked as she spoke, betraying just how terrified she was. Who the hell was this guy?The man turned to face us. Tattoos snaked up both his arms, crawling over veins that pulsed with tension. A jagged scar ran from his cheekbone to the edge of his jaw. But scarier than the ink or the scar was the expression in his eyes—dark, unhinged, filled with repressed rage.Warren didn’t hesitate. He stepped directly in front of me, shielding me from view with his entire body. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade unsheathing. "You’ve got five seconds to explain who you are and what the hell you’re doing here

Vienna’s POVSlowly—reluctantly—Warren reached down and placed a hand on Desiree’s shoulder. "Desiree…" His voice was rough, restrained. "You can’t keep hiding behind panic attacks and tears every time things catch up with you.""I’m not faking this—" she wheezed, her breath shallow and rapid. "I feel like I’m going to die—"Warren crouched down, peeling her arms gently off his leg, holding her shoulders instead. "You’re not going to die. You’re having an episode. Look at me." His voice turned firmer. "Look at me and breathe."She blinked up at him, eyes wide and unfocused. He inhaled slowly and exhaled. "Follow me. In and out."Desiree tried to mimic him, her sobs catching in her throat. Slowly but surely, her breathing started to steady slightly.She still trembled violently as she started to rummage through her handbag. Her fingers finally closed around a small pill bottle. She fumbled with the cap, almost dropping it twice before spilling several tablets into her palm.She didn’t

Vienna’s POVWarren’s jaw locked as he stepped back, his voice sharpening with a defensive edge. “Oh, come on. You’re not doing this out of pure concern—you’re scared this’ll blow back on your job at Taste Royalty, aren’t you?”I stared at him, stunned. “Excuse me?” My voice rose, sharp and cutting. “Are you seriously accusing me of that right now?”He didn’t back down. “I’m just saying,” he said, throwing up his hands, “maybe you’re not as objective as you think.”“This isn’t about me, Warren!” I shouted, fury bubbling up before I could even stop it. “A young man—Fred’s little brother—is in a coma. He might never wake up.”His eyes narrowed, something darker igniting in his expression. “Funny how this sudden concern of yours lines up with how cozy you’ve gotten with Fred,” he bit out. “You’ve been wrapped up in his world since the second you two met.”I felt something inside me snap. “Wow,” I said, almost laughing, but it came out hollow. “So I’m not allowed to care now? You’re jealo

Vienna’s POVI was focused at the dessert station, piping the last line of glaze onto a row of miniature raspberry tarts when I heard the click of heels approaching. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Ashley—her perfume arrived three seconds before she did.She leaned casually against the counter, her perfectly manicured nails drumming lightly on the marble. "Well, look at you," she said with a too-bright smile. "Barely two weeks in and already getting VIP requests. Impressive."I set down the piping bag and turned to face her. "VIP requests?"Ashley nodded, feigning enthusiasm. "Mm-hmm. One of the guests in the premium suite apparently asked for your Mirror Glaze Blackcurrant Éclairs. Said he had them at the tasting last week and won’t settle for anything else. The waiter asked me to pass the message along."Her tone was sweet. Too sweet. Dripping with fake encouragement that left a bitter aftertaste.I wiped my hands on a towel and offered a polite smile. "That’s kind of them.