All Chapters of The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*Mia's POV*The café was exactly halfway between our old house and my new apartment. Neutral territory, my lawyer had called it when suggesting the location. Through the window, I could already see Kyle at a corner table, looking impeccable as always in one of his perfectly tailored suits. He was early.My phone buzzed with a message from Robert: *Remember, you're not obligated to agree to anything today. This is just a preliminary discussion.*I took a deep breath, smoothing my sweater over my clearly visible bump. No point trying to hide it now—my pregnant status was splashed across every gossip site and society blog in the city. The headlines ranged from sympathetic ("Pregnant Ex-Wife of Business Tycoon Targeted in Shocking Attack") to scandalous ("Kyle Branson's Secret Love Child Drama").Kyle stood as I approached, something flickering in his eyes as they dropped to my stomach. For a moment, neither of us spoke."You're looking well," he said finally, his voice carefully neutral.

Mia's POVI listen to my mother's phone conversation with her lawyer. I can tell she truly wants to send her ex-husband to prison. I sit on the sofa and try to find a comfortable position, as my belly is getting bigger and bigger. Gas lies at my feet.“Yes, I understand the implications,” Mom's voice came from the kitchen, her usual shrill tone when she was dealing with legal matters. ”But I need the records from 1995 to 2000. All of them.”Gas nudged my ankle with his nose, placed his favorite rope toy on my lap, and his eyes filled with hope. I smiled and picked up the worn-out piece of string. Our games had become more gentle since I became pregnant. Gas had made his compromises for me.“Be careful, Mommy,” I murmured as we played a modified version of catch, throwing the toy very close. Gas ran over happily.I picked up the stack of papers Mom had left on the coffee table: bank statements, property records. Mom had really done her work.I flipped to “James Young Investigation,” th

Mia's POVKyle's appearance had disrupted my plan. He had returned too early. I wasn't ready to discuss any of the “kidnapping” things with Kyle. I hadn't fully digested Mrs. Chen's words, but I was pretty sure I didn't want to tell Kyle all of it right now.I shot Mrs. Chen a quick glance, catching the slight nod of understanding in her eyes. I turned to Kyle, “I'm going back now, I just came to get my things.”Kyle sighed, “Mia, I can tell when you're lying. I hope we can do without the lies. No pressure.”The simple observation knocked me off balance. When did Kyle become able to tell when I was lying? Since when could Kyle Branson read me so easily? I was a little stunned. "I don't owe you explanations anymore."I didn't respond to his question, ”Kyle, you're a smart guy. You should understand why I chose to get a divorce. I really don't want you involved in my life anymore.”I saw Kyle slowly let out a breath. “That's a good point. But Mia, I didn't initiate the divorce, and I ne

**Mia's POV**The hostess guided me through La Maison's elegant dining room, weaving between tables filled with the city's well-dressed lunch crowd. My lower back ached slightly as I followed her. Side effect of carrying twins."Just over there," she said, gesturing toward a corner booth where I immediately spotted Scarlett's unmistakable red hair. Scarlett was laughing at something Morton had said, her head thrown back in that carefree way I'd always envied. They hadn't noticed me yet, giving me a moment to observe them unguarded.Something about Scarlett looked different. She was still stunning, of course - impeccably styled in what was probably this season's latest designer outfit. But there was something else, something new. A softness around her edges, perhaps? A contentment I'd never associated with my perpetually restless best friend.Oh, I guessed I found the word. Scarlett was happily married.Morton leaned in, saying something that made her smile again. He looked every bit

Mia's POVI rubbed absently at my lower back where one of the twins was pressing uncomfortably. I had to talk to Nate about it. The thought came unbidden, surprising me with its immediacy. Not just because he'd suggested the firm originally, but because... well, because I wanted his opinion. Because something about our last conversation still felt unfinished.Gas came bounding to the door when I arrived home, his entire body wiggling with excitement as if I'd been gone for days instead of hours. I crouched awkwardly to scratch behind his ears, my center of gravity shifting daily as the twins grew."Hey buddy," I murmured as he pressed his head against my hand. "Miss me?"Mom appeared in the hallway, looking refreshed after her afternoon rest."How was lunch?" she asked, moving to help me with my coat. "Scarlett still trying to set you up with her brother?"I laughed. "Now you know too, Mom? Scarlett is really crazy!""Please. That girl's been playing matchmaker since you were both in