All Chapters of The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Mia's POVThomas was already waiting for me at the café.The little corner spot on Fifth Street that we'd claimed as "ours" over the past few months.I stood at the entrance of the café, not moving forward, quietly watching him from behind the glass door. He was sitting at our usual table by the window, his dark hair slightly messed up like he'd been running his hands through it. His shoulders were tense, hunched forward as he stared down at his phone.My feelings toward Thomas were complicated.I knew Thomas didn't want me or the children to be unhappy. He understood how to care for his partner's emotions better than most men I'd known. Better than Kyle ever had, that was for damn sure. Thomas noticed when I was quiet. He brought me coffee the way I liked it. He remembered that Alexander preferred his sandwiches cut diagonally and that Ethan got cranky if his bedtime routine was disrupted.But I didn't want to force Thomas to make a decision.God, I really didn't.If I told Thomas th

Mia's POVI typed back quickly: "Yes, please confirm. Also, can you research appropriate gifts for a client? Something tasteful but not too expensive.""On it," Camille replied immediately."Everything okay?" Thomas asked, noticing my distraction."Just work stuff," I said, tucking my phone away.Thomas nodded, returning his attention to the stove where he was creating what looked like the most decadent cheese sauce I'd ever seen."Can we tell Uncle Thomas about our presents?" Alexander asked suddenly."What presents?" Thomas looked curious."The superhero man sent us amazing gifts!" Ethan explained excitedly. "There were art supplies and a book about space and even a telescope!""A telescope?" Thomas raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a gift from a stranger.""He's not a stranger," Alexander corrected. "He saved me from falling at the park. Mama said he's a nice man who was impressed by our good behavior."Thomas looked at me questioningly over the boys' heads."Jackson Maxwell," I exp

Mia's POVTo be honest, I'd never really thought about whether Maxwell was married or single. These wealthy people are incredibly protective of their privacy, and frankly, it wasn't any of my business.So hearing about his "engagement" now made me feel awkward as hell.I cleared my throat and forced a professional smile. "Congratulations on your engagement," I said, hoping my voice sounded appropriately enthusiastic. "Should we perhaps reschedule today's meeting? I completely understand if you need to handle personal matters."Maxwell's response surprised me. He didn't hesitate for even a second."No," he said firmly, his voice carrying an edge I hadn't heard before. He turned toward Margaret, who was still hovering uncertainly in the doorway. "Tell Miss Field that I'm in an important business meeting. She'll need to wait."The way he spoke made it sound like his fiancée was nothing more than an annoying interruption. Like she was just another item on his to-do list that he couldn't b

Mia's POVThe hostess led us through the dimly lit dining room, past tables of business executives and well-dressed couples, to a corner booth with burgundy leather seating. Alexander's eyes were wide as he took in the dark wood paneling and the massive steaks being delivered to nearby tables."Mama," Ethan said as we settled into our seats, "this place smells like success."I laughed, adjusting his little tie. "What does success smell like, baby?""Like expensive meat," he said solemnly."And leather," Alexander added, running his small hands over the booth.The waiter appeared beside our table, professional and patient despite having two very excited four-year-olds as customers."Good evening," he said with a warm smile. "Welcome to Smith & Wollensky. Can I start you folks off with something to drink?""Chocolate milk!" Alexander announced immediately."Two chocolate milks," I confirmed. "And I'll have a glass of the house red wine.""Very good. And have you had a chance to look at

Mia's POVWe didn't linger on the topic of Madison for too long.The children were smarter than I had imagined, and I didn't want to give them the wrong impression or hint at anything that might worry them further.The conversation moved on to lighter topics after that. The boys finished most of their enormous steaks, declared themselves "too full for dessert but maybe just a little ice cream," and charmed our waiter with their impeccable manners and enthusiastic thank-yous.By the time we got home, they were practically falling asleep in the car."Best dinner ever, Mama," Alexander mumbled as I helped him into his pajamas."The happy cow was delicious," Ethan added.I kissed both their foreheads and settled into the chair between their beds for a few minutes, watching them drift off to sleep.My phone buzzed with a text. Scarlett."Drinks tomorrow night? I need to talk to someone sane. Please say yes. I'm buying."I frowned at the message. Then I typed back: "Of course. Everything ok