Semua Bab The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Mia's POVThe boys immediately forgot their questions, racing to the door. "Thomas! Thomas! What's our surprise?"I followed more slowly, my heart still heavy from their questions. Four years, and it didn't get easier.Thomas stood in the doorway, his tall frame bent down to the boys' level as he pretended to search his pockets. "Surprise? Did I mention a surprise? I can't seem to remember..."Their giggles filled the apartment as he finally produced two small boxes from his jacket."Careful," he warned as they tore into the packages. "These are special."Inside each box was a child-sized compass on a sturdy cord. "For our adventure tomorrow," Thomas explained, showing them how the needles always pointed north.The twins were delighted, immediately testing their new treasures by walking in different directions around the apartment.Thomas straightened up, his smile warming as it met mine. "Ready for dinner? The reservation's at 7:30.""Just need to grab my purse," I replied, touched b

Mia's POVThomas stayed the night, as he had increasingly over the past year. There was something comfortable about waking up next to him.Morning came too quickly, sunlight streaming through the windows I'd forgotten to close. Thomas was already up, preparing coffee in the kitchen with the ease of someone familiar with the space."Morning," he smiled, handing me a steaming mug. "Sleep well?""Better than I have in weeks," I admitted, accepting the coffee gratefully. "Though I missed the usual 6 AM wake-up call of two small humans jumping on my bed.""They'll be home soon enough," he reminded me, dropping a kiss on my forehead. "Enjoy the peace while it lasts."My phone chimed with a text from my mother: Boys had breakfast, now at park with puppies. Home by noon.I showed Thomas the message. "See? The calm before the storm."He laughed, moving to gather his things. "I should head out—meeting at the gallery at 9. Dinner tomorrow? I'll cook.""Sounds perfect," I agreed.After Thomas lef

Mia's POVMy portfolio scattered across the floor, papers sliding in all directions. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The world had narrowed to a single point—the man standing before me.This face looked so similar to the Kyle I remembered. The same general structure, the same height and build. But as my initial shock subsided, I noticed differences. His hair was several shades lighter than I remembered—more brown than the black I had known. His cheeks were thinner, his cheekbones higher and more angular. There was a scar running along the left side of his jawline that I had never seen before.Most jarring of all were his eyes. The color was different—hazel instead of Kyle's intense gray. They held none of the recognition I desperately searched for."Kyle," I whispered, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer, yet also like a curse."I'm sorry?" His voice—so similar in timbre but with a slight accent I couldn't place. Nothing like Kyle's crisp, authoritative tone."I—I apologiz

Mia's POVBy six, I was running late for dinner with Scarlett.My phone chimed with a notification as I was gathering my things:ScarStar is now LIVE! "Haute Cuisine Adventures with Your Favorite Former Corporate Wife!"I smiled and tapped to open the stream. Scarlett's perfectly made-up face filled the screen, her signature red lips curved in a welcoming smile."Hello, darlings! We're approaching seven thousand viewers already! Amazing! For those just joining, I'm about to experience the most talked-about new restaurant in Manhattan—Lumière. The waiting list is three months long, but your girl got reservations for tonight!"The comments section was flooding with messages from her fans:"Love your earrings, Scar!" "What are you ordering???" "Is that a new Chanel bag???"Scarlett angled the camera to show her outfit—a stunning emerald dress that hugged her curves perfectly."For those asking, yes, this is Versace, and no, I won't tell you how much it cost because my financial advisor w

Mia's POV"It couldn't be her," I said.Scarlett nodded, her expression unusually serious. "You're probably right. I must have misread something. Taylor's sentence was lengthy—like fifteen years minimum, wasn't it?""Twenty," I corrected, remembering the day the verdict was announced. I hadn't attended the trial, the twins were only a few months old then, and I was still recovering. "With no possibility of parole for at least twelve years.""Then we have nothing to worry about," Scarlett said, "It's only been four. This wasn't like that bitch's style anyway. I always thought she was like a witch who wouldn't let go, determined to ruin everything.""It's okay," I assured her, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. "She's not coming back. She can't hurt us anymore."Scarlett smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're right. I'm being dramatic. Occupational hazard of an influencer."We parted ways outside the restaurant, Scarlett climbing into an Uber bound for her So