All Chapters of The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Mia's POVAlexander was pulling on my skirt, his little hands clutching the fabric tightly. "Mama," he whispered, "I didn't mean to bump into her."I didn't look away from Ketty's sneering face as I reached down to touch Alexander's head gently. "I know, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong."I was a volcano waiting to erupt. Ketty straightened her shoulders. "Your two precious little darlings," Ketty continued, "they're just mistakes their father didn't want."Every protective instinct I possessed roared to life simultaneously. Bring my children into this? That's enough."Take back what you said," I said, my voice calm to the point of being unnerving.The conversations around us had stopped completely."Why should I take back the truth?" Ketty clearly enjoyed this.She didn't get to finish her sentence.I took a step forward and slapped her across the face, the sound echoing.The crack seemed to reverberate in the air, cutting through the soft jazz music and the gentle murmur

Kyle's POVLooking at Mia staring at me with that intense green gaze, I couldn't say a word.The sound of her fist connecting with my jaw still echoed in my ears. The sharp pain radiating through my face was nothing compared to the hollow ache spreading through my chest as I watched her walk away with our sons.I could have responded better. I had done so before. I could have made her believe that Maxwell was an outsider, just another wealthy client with an unfortunate resemblance to her ex-husband. I'd practiced the denial in mirrors, rehearsed the confusion and offense I should display when accused of being someone else.But I failed.Standing there, watching Alexander's small hand slip into hers with complete trust, seeing Ethan press closer to her side for protection, I couldn't form the words. Couldn't maintain the lie when faced with the raw devastation in her eyes.Ethan and Alexander were well taken care of by her. One was more mischievous, the other more quiet. Both brilliant

Mia's POVI woke up because I had to pee.My bladder felt like it was about to burst, a consequence of drinking too much wine at that goddamn cruise party. The taste in my mouth was stale and metallic.Thomas and I had fallen asleep on the sofa. We were both exhausted. His arm still wrapped around me.I tried to move carefully, not wanting to wake him, but the moment I shifted my weight, every muscle in my body protested. The expensive dress I was still wearing had twisted around my legs, the fabric wrinkled and uncomfortable against my skin.As I stood up slowly, I caught a whiff of myself and nearly gagged.I smelled really bad.Like a combination of spilled wine, expensive perfume that had gone rancid, and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke from the cruise ship. My hair felt greasy and flat against my scalp, and I could feel the sticky residue of makeup caked on my face.Thomas was still sound asleep, his dark hair falling across his forehead. His tie hung loosely around his ne

Mia's POVThe bar Scarlett had chosen was exactly the kind of place she gravitated toward when she was feeling triumphant—dimly lit, expensive, and filled with the kind of men who wore watches that cost more than most people's cars.I spotted her immediately at the far end of the bar, leaning against the polished marble counter with one elegant hip cocked, her red hair catching the amber light from the overhead fixtures. She was wearing a black dress and she was absolutely radiant.The old Scarlett was back.Gone was the broken, drunk woman I'd helped to the bathroom just days ago. This version of Scarlett was vibrant, animated, flirting shamelessly with the bartender—a guy who looked like he'd stepped out of a men's cologne advertisement."And then," she was saying as I approached, her voice carrying that musical laugh I'd missed, "I told him that if he wanted to impress me, he'd have to do better than that. '"The bartender was hanging on her every word, his eyes tracking the moveme

Mia's POV"Don't worry," I said calmly, turning toward Taylor. "You're next."Taylor's eyes widened, but she wasn't fast enough to escape. I picked up Scarlett's martini glass and slowly, deliberately, poured the drugged alcohol over Taylor's head.The gin cascaded down her perfectly styled blonde hair in slow motion, each drop catching the amber light of the bar's expensive fixtures. The liquid soaked through the expensive strands. Ice cubes tumbled from the glass, bouncing off her shoulders and scattering across the polished marble floor with sharp, crystalline sounds."How is it?" I asked. "How does this special cocktail taste?""What the hell is wrong with you?!" Taylor screamed, violently pushing the table away from herself. The force of her movement sent chairs crashing to the floor with a thunderous clatter that seemed to reverberate through the entire establishment.The entire bar fell silent. All conversation ceased as if someone had pressed a cosmic mute button.The entire b