All Chapters of The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Mia's POVI woke up with the distinct feeling that something was watching me.My head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and then hammered by a construction crew. Every muscle in my body ached, and my mouth tasted like I'd been chewing on gym socks.When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I found Ethan and Alexander staring at me from the head of my bed.Both boys had their little brows furrowed. They were sitting cross-legged on my comforter.Ethan leaned closer to me, his dark eyes studying my face with the intensity of a tiny doctor. "Mum, are you alcohol poisoned?"Alexander clearly agreed with his brother's assessment, nodding solemnly. "You smell funny. Like the bottles grandma hides in the back of the cabinet."Their four little hands were gripping mine tightly, their small fingers warm and slightly sticky in that way children's hands always seemed to be. Even Gas was there, panting nervously at the foot of the bed, apparently disliking the whiskey smell wafting from

Mia‘s POV"Alexander?Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?""I had a nightmare, Mama," he said in a small voice. "It was really scary, and I called for you, but you didn't come."I must have been in the shower and didn't hear him."I went to wake up Ethan, but he was sleeping like a log," Alexander continued, "He didn't even move when I poked him. So I had to come find you myself.""Oh, baby," I said, sitting on the sofa and pulling him onto my lap. "I'm so sorry I didn't hear you. Tell me about the nightmare."He snuggled against my chest. "There were these bad people, and they were trying to take you away from us. And Ethan and me were calling and calling, but you couldn't hear us.""That does sound scary," I said, stroking his hair. "But dreams aren't real, sweetheart. They're just our brains making up stories while we sleep. I would never, ever let anyone take me away from you and Ethan.""Promise?" His voice was muffled against my pajama top."I promise with all my heart."His

Mia's POV"Morton," I said flatly. "It's six in the morning."Through the narrow gap allowed by the security chain, I could see him properly now. The split lip wasn't his only injury—there was a dark bruise forming along his left cheekbone, and his usually perfect hair was disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it all night.He looked like hell."Mia," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to talk to you.""About what?" I kept my tone cold, uninterested. "If this is about Kyle—""It's about Scarlett."The name made me pause. Morton's eyes were bloodshot, the kind of exhaustion that came from not sleeping rather than drinking. His expensive suit was wrinkled, his tie missing entirely."What about Scarlett?"Morton winced as he spoke, the movement pulling at his split lip. "She hit me. Last night. And then she blocked my number, deleted me from everything. I can't reach her."I almost laughed. Almost."Good for her.""Mia, please—""No." I started to close the door, but Morton

Mia's POVI looked at the flowers that had been delivered.White gardenias mixed with deep purple irises, wrapped in kraft paper with a simple silk ribbon. Not the typical roses or lilies that most men defaulted to. "No card?" I asked Camille, who was hovering in my doorway with obvious curiosity."None that I could find," she said, stepping closer to examine the arrangement. "But they're gorgeous. Very sophisticated choice."I lifted the bouquet, breathing in the sweet. The smell transported me to the summer evenings, honeysuckle climbing over garden walls.I knew it had to be Thomas.He was the only person who would choose something so thoughtful.I placed the flowers on the windowsill where the afternoon light would catch them. The purple irises seemed to glow, their color shifting as clouds moved across the sun outside.Then I continued working.The residential renovation I was designing had been challenging me for weeks, but today something had clicked. I pulled up the original

Mia's POV"Mom, look!" Alexander rushed over first, holding a cute cupcake decorated with rainbow sprinkles and what appeared to be a lopsided smiley face made of chocolate chips.His gray eyes sparkled with pride as he held up his creation, completely oblivious to the frosting smeared across his cheek and the flour dusting his dark hair. The cupcake was slightly crooked, but his beam of accomplishment could have powered the entire city block."Look, Mom!" Ethan appeared beside his brother, more carefully cradling his own small cake. His creation was characteristically precise—vanilla cupcake with methodically applied chocolate frosting in perfect swirls, topped with exactly six rainbow sprinkles arranged in a symmetrical pattern."These are incredible," I said, crouching down to their level and accepting Alexander's enthusiastic offering. The cupcake was still warm, the frosting slightly melted from his small hands. I took a careful bite. "This is definitely the best cupcake I've eve