All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vienna’s POV"Long night, V?" my friend Bella asked, side-eyeing me as I smothered a yawn with the back of my hand. She’d been my most trusted employee at my very own bakery—a dream come true thanks to Warren’s sponsorship. We were restocking the shelves with fresh croissants, but my body felt like it was running on empty."Yeah…" I hesitated, watching her line up a tray of croissants. "Warren didn’t come home last night. Desiree was in the hospital."Bella’s hands froze. "Oh…" Her voice softened. "Is she okay?""She had a miscarriage." My voice came out flatter than I intended. I wasn't sure what emotion I was even supposed to feel—sadness? Suspicion?"That’s terrible." Bella frowned and bit her lip, as if debating something. She didn’t speak right away, and the silence between us grew heavier by the minute."What is it, Bell?" I asked, studying her face.She hesitated, then cleared her throat. "I, uh… I saw Warren and Desiree together at a jewelry store last week. They seemed really

Vienna’s POVI stared down at the neatly folded shirts and T-shirts strewn across the floor. Behind me, Desiree spoke, her voice syrupy."Oh, thanks for getting that, Vienna," she said with a breezy smile, assuming I’d clean up the mess for her. Before I could react, she already turned toward Warren. "Can you help me inside? I’m still a bit lightheaded."Without waiting for a reply, she slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. I watched them walk away together, her body leaning into his.How dare she treat me like her maid, then walk away with my husband like that?Her moving in would prove to be an even bigger nightmare than I’d imagined.I took the shirts upstairs to the master bedroom, laying them on the bed. How the hell did Desiree get these?When Warren walked in a few minutes later, I didn’t look up."Hey babe," he said casually.He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. His lips—warm and deliberate—pressed against the curve of my n

Vienna’s POVThe door to Desiree’s room was slightly ajar. My hand hovered over the doorknob, uncertain. Then I heard his voice.Warren.That warm, soothing tone he reserved for moments of tenderness. What the hell was he doing in her room, speaking to her like that?I leaned forward slightly—and saw them.Warren was sitting on the edge of her bed, one arm wrapped tightly around Desiree’s shoulders. She was nestled against him, his hand gently stroking her hair as she trembled in his arms. He murmured to her softly, like she was breakable, fragile.Jealousy pierced through me—hot and sharp."Warren? What are you doing here?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. It cracked in the middle, betraying more than I wanted. Fear, hurt, the sting of being on the outside looking in.Both their heads turned toward me.Warren’s brows pulled together in concern, his expression shadowed with worry—but not for me. His arm didn’t move. He still held her close, as if he couldn’t see how much it gu

Warren’s POVVienna lay with her back to me, her body tense beneath the blanket. In the dim light, I watched her shoulders rise and fall. Then I heard it—a quiet sigh, tight and dissatisfied, as she tugged the covers up to her neck.I wanted to reach for her. Say something. Explain.“V, I—” I began, my voice soft.She cut me off without turning. “Don’t, Warren. I don’t want to hear anything right now. I just want to sleep.”The finality in her tone hit harder than I expected. I let the silence swallow us.It felt like, in just a few days, the space between us had stretched into something immeasurable. How did we end up here?Minutes passed, maybe more. I don’t know how long I lay there staring at the ceiling. Then it came again—the now-familiar stab in my chest. Not sharp, but deep and persistent, like a warning knock behind my ribs.“Ow…” A quiet groan slipped from my lips. I could only hope Vienna was already asleep.I hadn’t told her about the surgery—for a reason. I didn’t want her

Vienna’s POVI tried to shake off Desiree’s silent comment as I followed them into the dining area. Two plates were already on the table when I took a seat. One plate held a heart-shaped fried egg, yolk perfectly centered, garnished with a touch of chopped herbs. That one sat in front of Warren. Desiree set the second plate down in front of herself. There was no third plate. No breakfast for me. I stared at the table for a moment, half-expecting someone to say something.“Oh! Sorry, Vienna,” Desiree said, with theatrical surprise. Her tone was sweet, but only because Warren was there. “I thought you’d already eaten.”Right. As if she hadn’t clearly been the first one up this morning.I gave her a tired smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “No problem. I’ll make myself something.”Warren offered me a weary smile, as if he were apologizing on Desiree’s behalf.I turned and walked back into the kitchen. The egg carton was still out on the counter, one burner still warm. I cracked an e