All Chapters of The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia's POV"Madam, are you sure you want to divorce Mr. Branson?"The lawyer asked it gently, the way doctors ask if you understand the diagnosis. Rain traced slow lines down the window behind him, blurring the city into grey watercolor.I looked down at my hands, folded in my lap. There was still a faint pink line across my palm where the pavement had torn it open. It would fade. Everything fades, if you give it enough time. That's what I had told myself for ten years."I'm certain," I said, and my voice only trembled a little. "I can't keep being a wife without dignity beside a husband who doesn't love me."Saying it out loud hurt more than I expected.I loved Kyle Branson. I had loved him since I was fifteen, from the back row of a party I wasn't welcome at, watching him laugh in his football jersey with his eyes fixed on someone else.I had loved him quietly through college, through the years as his secretary, through three years of a marriage that existed only on paper and in the

Mia's POVThe morning sickness hit me as soon as I woke up. I barely made it to the bathroom in time, and afterward I knelt on the cold tile with my forehead against the sink, one hand pressed to my stomach, breathing through it."I know," I whispered to them. "I know. We only have to do this a little longer."The mirror was unkind. Dark circles. Pale skin. Three more days. I only had to be invisible for three more days, and being invisible was the one thing K.T. Enterprises had ever trained me to do.The elevator doors had barely opened before the whispers found me."—came in at nine with him. In his car." Jenna from accounting had her back to me, coffee cup forgotten in her hand, holding court by the copier. "Marie saw them in the parking garage. He opened her door for her.""Mr. Branson opened a door?" Priya laughed, low and scandalized. "For a human woman?""I'm telling you. And you should see her — she's upstairs right now. Red dress, legs for days. Gorgeous.""Who is she?""Tayl

Mia's POVThe study felt smaller somehow, the walls closing in as Kyle's presence loomed larger than life. The lamp on his desk cast shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable — and then he moved, and it wasn't unreadable at all.He slid a folder across the desk.I picked up the folder with hands that had gone strangely calm. The medical report swam before my eyes. My name. My hospital. And there — the dates. Estimated gestational age: 12 weeks.Three months."My wife is pregnant," Kyle said, each word precise and deadly. "Three months pregnant." He rose slowly from behind the desk. "Because I distinctly remember being in Dubai three months ago. The entire month. Would you like to explain that, Mia?"Two months. I was two months pregnant; my real report was in my drawer, blue folder, second from the top. This paper was a forgery. And I opened my mouth to say all of it——and then I saw his face, and the words died.Because he believed it. It was already finished in him.

Mia's POVThe hospital room is too quiet. Too white. Too empty.Just like me now.The morning light hurts my eyes. I keep my hand on my stomach. There's nothing there anymore. No movement. No life. Just emptiness.I turn my head slowly. He looks perfect. Not a hair out of place. Like nothing has happened. Like our babies aren't gone."How's Taylor?" I ask. I can't help it. I need to know if he's confronted her yet. If her name still lives in that protected place.His jaw tightens. "She's fine. Some bruising."Of course she is. Taylor always lands on her feet. While I lose everything."The doctors say you need rest," he continues, checking his phone. Always checking his phone. "I've arranged for the best specialists—""Like the three you flew in for her bruised wrist?" The words come out quiet. Even. "One from Geneva, I hear. The nurses talk, Kyle. "His hand freezes over his phone."Sign the papers," I say."No." Just one word. Cold and final. Like everything else about him."It wasn'

Mia's POVThe book I'd thrown lay open on the floor between us, pages bent. My palm still tingled — not from striking him, but from wanting to. Kyle's kiss burned on my lips, a ghost of passion that meant nothing. That had always meant nothing. The taste of expensive scotch lingered on my tongue, bitter like the memories we'd shared."Don't touch me again." My voice came out steadier than I felt, ice coating each word. Inside, my traitorous heart still raced from his proximity, from the familiar scent of his cologne, from the way his body had pressed against mine. Old habits die hard, it seems. "I'm not your toy anymore, Kyle."Storm clouds gathered in those grey eyes I'd once found so captivating. The slight tick in his jaw betrayed his anger. I knew all his tells by now, every minute expression that revealed the emotions he tried so hard to hide."You're being ridiculous," he growled, taking a step toward me. "This tantrum needs to stop."I backed away, my legs hitting the edge of t