Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Capítulo 351 - Capítulo 360

Mia's POVThe fluorescent lighting in this section of the hospital corridor cast everything in harsh relief—the worn vinyl chairs, Thomas's rumpled suit, the exhaustion etched into the lines around his eyes. His hands kept opening and closing in his lap, fingers spreading wide then forming loose fists, like he was trying to hold onto something that kept slipping away."Thomas," I said again, settling into the chair beside him. The plastic was cold through my jeans, and I could smell the particular mix of antiseptic and industrial coffee that lived in hospital walls. "What do you mean this is your fault?"He didn't look at me immediately. Instead, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere past my shoulder, toward the nurses' station where the night shift moved with quiet efficiency between patient rooms. A soft chime echoed from someone's monitoring equipment, followed by the whisper of sneakers on linoleum."Victoria called me yesterday morning," he said finally, his voice so low I had to l

Mia's POVSophie Field settled back into her chair with the fluid grace of someone who had never encountered an uncomfortable piece of furniture in her life. Her eyes moved over me with the methodical precision of an art appraiser examining a newly discovered canvas, taking inventory of details I wasn't even aware I possessed."Your skin," she said suddenly, tilting her head like a curious bird, "has this luminous quality. Like moonlight through frost-covered glass. The photographs Kyle showed me were lovely, but they completely failed to capture the way light seems to gather around your cheekbones."I touched my face self-consciously, feeling the warmth of what was probably a blush spreading across the very cheekbones she'd just complimented. "I look terrible," I said honestly. "I've been wearing the same clothes since yesterday, I slept in a hospital chair, and I haven't seen a mirror in—""Nonsense!" Sophie waved one perfectly manicured hand as if physically brushing away my object

Mia's POVThe weight of disappointment settled in my chest."A feeling," I sighed."I understand your skepticism..""Sophie," I said carefully, "I appreciate everything you've done. Really. But Kyle is dying.""The universe has a peculiar sense of timing," Sophie interrupted. "Do you know when I first heard about you?"I shook my head."Eighteen months ago, when Kyle approached me about using my resources to investigate the networks threatening your family. He showed me photographs—you, the children, your little apartment, that ridiculous dog with his tongue always hanging out." Her smile was soft, remembering. "But what struck me wasn't the pictures themselves. It was the way Kyle's hands trembled when he held them."She removed her glasses, folding them. "This is a man who has faced down corporate raiders, hostile takeovers, death threats from business rivals. I have personally watched him negotiate billion-dollar deals without so much as a raised pulse. But photographs of his famil

Mia "This is the best food I've ever eaten," Alexander announced through a mouthful of French toast that left his cheeks sticky with syrup."Better than Mama's pancakes?" Ethan asked with the diplomatic concern of someone who didn't want to accidentally insult family cooking.Alexander considered this question with the seriousness it deserved. "Different good," he decided finally. "Mama's pancakes are home good. These are fancy good."Sophie laughed, the sound like silver wind chimes. "That's a very sophisticated distinction, mon petit. You understand that different occasions call for different kinds of perfection."Meanwhile, Scarlett had somehow convinced the restaurant to accommodate Gas, who lay beside our table with the dignified composure of a dog who belonged in five-star establishments. The waitstaff treated him like an honored guest, providing a crystal bowl of water and even offering him a small portion of plain grilled chicken, which he accepted with gracious politeness."

Kyle's POVThe medication pulled me under like warm, thick water and impossible to fight. In that deep drowning, time folded in on itself like origami made of memory, each crease revealing another moment I'd thought I'd forgotten.I was seventeen again, standing in the doorway of Mia's high school art classroom, watching her work on a canvas that seemed to glow under the afternoon light streaming through tall windows. Her hair caught the sun in threads of copper and gold, and she held her brush with the kind of reverence other people reserved for prayer.I'm just passing by.I'd stepped closer, drawn by the quiet confidence in her. She carried her own atmosphere, serene and untouchable.The canvas showed a landscape that shouldn't have existed—trees that grew upward and downward simultaneously, their roots and branches intertwining in impossible geometries. A river flowed through the center, reflecting a sky that held both moon and sun, stars scattered like seeds across twilight blue.