All Chapters of The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Mia's POVThe apartment with Sophie in it, as if someone had turned up the saturation on everything. She perched on the edge of my couch like an exotic bird that had mistakenly landed in a suburban living room, her emerald silk blouse catching the afternoon light in ways that made my Target throw pillows look shabby by comparison.Alexander spotted me first, bouncing on his toes with the kind of manic energy that suggested he'd been sampling Sophie's confections. His face was dusted with powdered sugar, and there was what looked like raspberry jam on his chin."Mama! Look what Sophie made us!" He gestured wildly at the dessert display, nearly knocking over a tower of profiteroles in his enthusiasm. Ethan stood more sedately beside the counter, but I could see the wonder in his dark eyes as he studied the intricate sugar work on what appeared to be a miniature Eiffel Tower made entirely of spun caramel. "She brought her own chef," he told me solemnly. "But then she fired him because h

Mia's POVThe tension between Thomas and Sophie stretched across my kitchen like a wire about to snap when Scarlett's voice cut through it."Mia!" she called again.Scarlett appeared in the doorway looking like she'd been caught in a windstorm. Her lipstick was gone, leaving her mouth looking pink.Alexander waved at her with a hand covered in powdered sugar. "Hi Auntie Scarlett! Sophie made us a whole bakery!""Did she now?" Scarlett smiled. She moved into the kitchen.Sophie's attention had shifted from Thomas to Scarlett with the laser focus of a hawk."Scarlett, ma chérie," Sophie said, her voice dropping to a purr of interest, "you look like you've been having adventures.""Adventures?" Scarlett laughed. "No, no adventures. Just... errands. Running errands."She moved toward my sink, reaching for one of the glasses I kept on the counter. She filled it with water from the tap, and I watched her drink the entire contents in three long gulps, her throat working."What kind of errand

Mia's POVI grabbed the wine glass Thomas had poured earlier and drained half of it in one gulp.The knock at the door came exactly thirty seconds later.The last time I'd seen Morton, I'd punched him in the jaw.The memory was impossible to ignore but too awkward to acknowledge. "Mia," he said."Morton." I stepped back, gesturing him inside. "Come in."He followed me down the short hallway, his presence making the space feel smaller somehow. Morton was the kind of tall that made average-sized rooms seem suddenly inadequate.As we approached the kitchen, the sounds of barely controlled chaos grew louder. Alexander's voice rose above the rest, bright with excitement as he explained something to Madison."You are uncle Morton!" Alexander spotted him first, bouncing on his toes with the kind of enthusiasm that suggested Sophie's confections had contained more sugar than was strictly advisable for small children."You're taller than Thomas," Ethan observed matter-of-factly."Ethan," I wa

Mia's POV"How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice still hoarse with sleep and shock.Kyle held up a key between his fingers, the metal catching the pale moonlight filtering through my windows.My spare key. The one I kept hidden under the loose brick in the building's front garden."Seriously? You broke into my apartment?""I knocked," Kyle said, his voice carrying that particular tone he used when he was being deliberately reasonable about something unreasonable. "Multiple times. No one answered. I thought maybe you were hurt, or—" He paused, studying my face in the dim light. "Old habits. You always kept a spare key in the same place."The wine was still making everything feel slightly disconnected from reality, like I was watching this conversation happen to someone else.Kyle sat in my reading chair. The chair where I curled up with architecture books and hot tea on Sunday mornings. He acted like he belonged there.Like the past four year were just a misunderstanding we could

Mia's POV"Go back to bed, Alexander. It's still early.""I'm not tired anymore." He followed me toward the kitchen, Gas trailing behind both of us. "Can we have pancakes for breakfast?""It's barely six-thirty.""Pancakes don't have a time limit.""That's not how time limits work."Alexander climbed onto one of the kitchen chairs, his feet dangling above the floor. He was getting taller. Soon his feet would touch the ground when he sat here. Soon he'd be too big for dinosaur pajamas and early morning nonsense conversations about tetanus."Mama, did someone clean our house?"I froze in the middle of reaching for the coffee filters. "What makes you think that?""Because yesterday there were a million dishes and everything smelled like Sophie's perfume and now it's all clean and it smells like\..." He sniffed the air with exaggerated concentration. "Like nothing. Like when you clean everything really hard before Grandma comes to visit.""I cleaned up last night. After you went to bed."