Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

Mia's POVScarlett's face filled my phone screen, her red hair spread across what was definitely Morton's pillow. She was wearing his shirt. I could tell by the way the collar sat too wide on her shoulders, the sleeves rolled up three times to show her hands."About Morton?" I said again.She bit her lip. A gesture I'd seen a thousand times before, usually right before she said something she knew would get a reaction."Do you remember," I started, unable to help myself, "that post you made? About two years ago?"Her eyes went wide. "Mia, no—""The one that said, and I quote, 'Any woman who gets back together with her ex-husband is literally eating shit she already ate.'"Scarlett's face turned the same color as her hair. "I was angry. I was drunk. I was—""Eating shit for breakfast?" I smiled. "Lunch? Dinner? All three meals?""Mia Williams, you are the worst best friend in the entire world.""I'm just asking questions. Perfectly reasonable questions. Like, for instance, what does shi

Mia's POVThe burnt pancake sat on my plate, black on one side.Alexander had already moved on to other concerns. "Mama, if we're going to see Kyle today, can I bring my drone? I want to show him how I fixed the propeller by myself.""We're not bringing the drone to a hospital again.""Why not?""Because hospitals have rules about electronics.""That's a stupid rule.""Alexander.""Sorry. That's a silly rule."Madison looked up from her pancake, which she'd been cutting into increasingly smaller pieces without actually eating much of it. "Are we really going to see Kyle today?""Yes. At two o'clock.""Why two o'clock?" Ethan asked."Because that's when the doctor can see him.""What kind of doctor?"I hesitated. How did you explain to a five-year-old that we were taking their dying father to see a Tibetan healer because Western medicine had given up?"A special doctor," I said finally. "Someone who knows about different ways to help sick people.""Like a wizard?" Alexander asked, perk

Mia's POVDr. Tenzin Norbu stood in the doorway like something that had walked out of a children's book.Mysterious travelers appeared at inn doors during snowstorms and turned out to be something more than they seemed.He was shorter than me by several inches. His burgundy robes looked hand-woven, the kind of fabric that had weight and texture, not the smooth synthetic stuff you'd find in costume shops. Prayer beads wrapped around his left wrist, wooden and worn smooth by decades of fingers.But it was his face that held me.His face, not young, but not old in the way hospitals made people old—that gray exhausted look of bodies giving up. His skin had the color and texture of well-loved leather, creased at the corners of his eyes and mouth in ways that suggested he'd spent more time smiling than frowning. White hair cropped close to his skull. And those eyes—dark as river stones but somehow full of light, like they were backlit by something I couldn't see."I am Dr. Tenzin Norbu," he

Mia's POVThe door had barely closed behind Dr. Norbu when it burst open again.Scarlett came through first, moving faster than I'd seen her move since college when she'd sprinted across campus because someone said there were free samples at the new frozen yogurt place. Her red hair flew behind her like a banner, her coat half-on, half-off, one arm still tangled in the sleeve.Behind her came Morton.Morton, who never ran. Morton, who I'd once watched receive news that his company's stock had dropped fifteen points in an hour with nothing more than a slight tightening around his eyes.Morton's eyes were red.Actual red, like he'd been crying, or trying very hard not to cry, or had given up on trying not to cry somewhere between the parking lot and the eighth floor.He didn't stop at the doorway. Didn't pause to assess the situation or check if this was an appropriate time to enter or exchange polite greetings.He went straight to Kyle's bed."Jesus Christ," Morton said, his voice roug

Mia's POVKyle was trying not to laugh. I could tell by the way his shoulders were shaking and the careful blankness of his expression. Morton had given up on trying not to laugh and was actually grinning, one hand over his mouth.Scarlett caught my eye and mouthed: "What just happened?"I shook my head. I had no idea."Now," Alexander continued, apparently not done with his role as peace negotiator, "we need to have a meeting. About Kyle and the doctor and what happens next.""A meeting?" Morton asked."A family meeting. That's what we do at home when there are important decisions to make. Everyone sits in a circle and we talk about our feelings and then we vote.""We're not voting on Kyle's medical treatment," I said quickly."Why not? It's democratic.""Because democracy doesn't apply to healthcare, buddy.""That seems like a flaw in the system."Ethan climbed back onto the bed, settling himself next to Kyle. "Alexander likes to vote on everything. Last week he wanted to vote on wh