Semua Bab The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Bab 321 - Bab 330

Mia"Swiss Heiress Sophie Field Arrives in New York with International Legal Team, Claims Billions Stolen Through Identity Fraud."Brief but devastating.The real Sophie Field—a petite brunette who looked nothing like Taylor—had returned from a two-year stay in Switzerland where she'd been recovering from a skiing accident that had left her with traumatic brain injury. She'd been in a specialized rehabilitation facility, completely unaware that someone had been using her identity to claim an inheritance worth over three billion dollars."Ms. Field's legal team has provided extensive documentation proving her identity and whereabouts during the time the imposter claimed her inheritance," the article stated. "The fraud appears to have been orchestrated through a complex web of forged documents and insider knowledge of the Field family's private affairs."I scrolled down to see a photo of the real Sophie Field standing beside her attorneys. She was tiny, maybe five feet tall, with intell

Mia's POV"I'm showing some privacy restrictions on this account. Let me see if I can get someone from patient services."Twenty minutes later, I was sitting across from a tired-looking administrator who kept glancing at her watch."Mrs. Branson, your ex-husband's records are sealed by court order, as I mentioned when you called yesterday. However, if this is a medical emergency...""It's not an emergency exactly. But I need to see him. Please."She looked at me for a long moment, taking in whatever she saw in my face. "I can't give you his room number, but I can tell you that visiting hours ended at nine PM.""Can you call him? Tell him I'm here?"Another pause. "I can try to reach him, but I can't guarantee he'll agree to see you."She picked up her phone and dialed an extension. I could hear it ringing, once, twice, three times."Mr. Branson? This is Carol from patient services. I have someone here who says she's your ex-wife... Yes, she said Mia... I see. Are you sure?... Alright,

Mia's POVKyle's eyes went red-rimmed, but he didn't look away. He dragged his hand across his face once, roughly, like he was angry at his own reaction.I could see him rebuilding his walls even as we sat there, even as tears still clung to his lashes. "Kyle.""My father was barely present when I was growing up." His voice steadied, taking on that businesslike tone I knew meant he was compartmentalizing. "I managed fine. Better than fine.""This isn't about your father.""You said Ethan figured it out. Smart kids adapt. They find ways to make sense of things."I wiped my nose on my sleeve, tasting the salt that had dripped to my lips. "He shouldn't have to make sense of this.""No." Kyle's voice dropped. "He shouldn't."For a moment, something shifted in his expression—softer, more vulnerable—before he caught himself."He asked me once," I said quietly, "if some daddies just disappear. Alexander was building something with blocks and Ethan just—he looked up at me and asked that. Like

Kyle's POVThe cigarette burned between my fingers. Everything the doctors had told me about preserving what remained of my failing lungs was gone. I stood on the narrow balcony attached to my private room, watching the smoke dissipate into the cold night air above Manhattan. Each drag felt like swallowing broken glass, but the familiar burn grounded me in a way that all their medications couldn't.The city stretched below me, a grid of illuminated windows where millions of people were living their uncomplicated lives. Eating dinner. Watching television. Tucking their children into bed without wondering if they'd be alive to see them wake up.I pressed my free hand against the metal railing, feeling the cold seep through my palm.Three floors below, I could see the emergency room entrance where ambulances arrived with their cargo of broken humanity. The red and blue lights painted shadows against the hospital's concrete facade, a light show of crisis and intervention. I'd been brought

Kyle's POVThomas stared at me for a long moment, shock, anger, and something that might have been pity. The pity was the worst part."Jesus Christ, Kyle." Thomas ran his hands through his hair.I took another drag from my cigarette, tasting blood at the back of my throat. The nicotine wasn't helping anymore, wasn't providing the chemical calm it once had. Everything tasted like copper pennies and medical antiseptic now."I'm stating a fact." I said, my voice carrying the rasp.Thomas's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Don't.""Don't what? Tell the truth?" I flicked ash onto the sidewalk between us, watching it scatter in the wind. "You swooped in the moment I disappeared. How long did you wait, Thomas? A week? A month? Or were you already circling before I left?"The streetlight cast harsh shadows across Thomas's face, highlighting the tension in his jaw. He was bigger than me now. The kind of man who could lift Mia effortlessly, who could throw a football with Alexander in t