All Chapters of Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

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Chapter 11 - A Seat at Their Table

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Vienna’s POVI packed up the carefully crafted pastries, making sure they were presented perfectly."Did we get a last-minute order?" Bella asked, glancing over. "I thought we were finished for the day.""Oh… no," I said, barely masking the dread in my voice. "It’s for Warren’s parents. Family dinner tonight.""I see," Bella said slowly. She walked over to help me pack, then looked at me intently. I forced a small smile as her eyes searched mine."Something’s wrong, isn’t it?" she asked gently, concern etched across her face. She knew me too well."Just not feeling great," I said, keeping my tone light. Evasive, but true enough. I wasn’t ready to unpack everything. Not yet.The day at the bakery dragged on. The scent of bread—usually comforting—felt oppressive today. My stomach twisted any time I stepped too close to the ovens.Bella tried to cheer me up, floating through the kitchen like a burst of sunshine. But there was nothing she could do. My mind kept looping back to this morning

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Chapter 12 - Spoiled Dinner

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Vienna’s POVI closed my mouth again and looked down at my plate, the bite of salmon suddenly tasting like ash. The moment had passed. Whatever strength I had summoned to expose Desiree’s miscarriage evaporated under Warren’s gaze—a silent message that said, don’t make this harder than it has to be.Desiree, of course, filled the silence effortlessly."I just stayed up too late last night," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone light. "That’s probably why I look a little worn out today.""A girl your age should be glowing, not dragging herself around like an old woman," Monica said, reaching across the table to pat her daughter's hand with performative concern. "You need to take better care of yourself, my darling."Desiree nodded sweetly, playing the role of a humbled daughter. She was nothing like the smug woman who’d mouthed "He likes me this way" just hours ago.I stirred my soup slowly, taking small sips. It was delicious, but my stomach still felt like it

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Chapter 13 - Under the Surface

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Vienna’s POVI sat there frozen, watching in disbelief as her foot slid slowly—teasingly—up my husband’s leg.How dare she?I didn’t know whether to scream, kick her foot away, or walk out of the restaurant entirely. But before I could do any of those things, Warren abruptly pulled his leg back.I blinked. Did he just… reject her?For a fleeting second, hope stirred. Maybe—finally—he saw it for what it was. Maybe he recognized how wildly inappropriate her behavior had become.Or… did he only pull away because he knew I was under the table? Because he realized I could see?I tried to push the doubt down. He was my husband. He pulled back because he wanted to set a boundary. Because he knew it was wrong. Because he didn’t want her.Right?But when I rose slightly from under the table to return to my seat, I caught the way Warren looked at her. There was something in his expression. Something unreadable. Something that made my stomach tighten.It wasn’t guilt. It wasn't a surprise.It wa

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Chapter 14 - Aftertaste

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Vienna’s POV"Oh, uh—" I stammered, forcing a smile, "it’s nothing. I do hope to have children one day."It wasn’t a lie. Just… not the whole truth.Elliot beamed at me like I’d just made his year. "Well, I look forward to that," he said, already picturing his future heir toddling around the Luxe boardroom.Across the table, Monica’s lips tightened. Desiree rolled her eyes like the idea of me carrying Warren’s child was personally offensive.Warren gave me a small smile—but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was the kind of smile you give a polite stranger, not your wife. I couldn’t tell what it meant. Guilt? Discomfort? Detachment?Dinner ended after Monica and Desiree stubbornly declined to try any of my desserts. We opted for the restaurant’s specialty instead. As the waiter re-packed my pastries into a neat box, Elliot leaned in with a mischievous wink and said, "I’ll be sure to enjoy these."We exited the private room moments later. Finally, this torture was over. Warren reached out to

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