Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

**Mia's POV**"Would you like water?" Dr. Sarah Matthews asked, already reaching for the glass carafe on her side table. "You seem tense today.""Just tired," I admitted, accepting the water gratefully. "Gasoline decided 3 AM was the perfect time for a barking concert."She smiled, settling into her chair. "Tell me about him. Pets can be incredibly therapeutic.""He's..." I found myself grinning. "He's chaos incarnate. Yesterday he decided my architectural sketches would make excellent chew toys. But then he gives me those eyes, and somehow I can't stay mad.""Having something to care for can be healing," Dr. Matthews observed. "How are you sleeping, aside from canine concerts?""Better, actually. The nightmares about the stairs are less frequent." I traced the rim of my water glass. "Though sometimes I still wake up thinking I feel them - the babies, I mean. Moving.""That's completely normal," she assured me. "Grief has its own timeline. How do you handle those moments?""I used to

**Mia's POV**The email from Nate's office arrived just as I was reviewing the construction timeline. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the payment notification - the second installment for the children's center design was more than I'd expected."Mrs. Branson?" Sarah appeared in my office doorway. "The construction team is ready for the final site review.""Coming." I gathered my tablet, still processing the number in my account. Part of me wanted to refuse it - it seemed too generous. But I knew my designs were good. For once, I wasn't going to downplay my worth.The autumn air was crisp as we walked the site. Yellow safety tape marked where my vision would soon become reality. My phone buzzed with Scarlett's distinctive tone - the special ringtone she'd programmed herself months ago."Please tell me you're not bailing on my birthday!" she said before I could even say hello."Would I do that to you?" I smiled, watching the construction team mark foundation points."You would

**Kyle's POV**"Sir, Mrs. Branson was seen at the park again this morning." James shifted uncomfortably in front of my desk. "With Dr. Pierce."My fingers tightened on the pen I was holding. "I thought I made it clear that Mrs. Branson's movements were no longer to be reported.""Yes, sir, but—""Then why are you here?"James cleared his throat. "Given the circumstances, I thought you should know that Mrs. Branson appears to be spending considerable time with—""That will be all." The pen snapped in my grip, ink staining my fingers. Perfect. Just perfect.After he left, I stared at the dark stain spreading across the reports I'd been reviewing. Mia's signature was still visible at the bottom - neat, precise strokes that somehow looked different now. When had that changed?My phone felt heavy in my hand as I pulled up her number. Three rings before she answered."What?" Her voice was cool, distant. "The dog park?" The words came out sharper than intended. "Really, Mia?""Are you havin

**Mia's POV**Gasoline's claws scraped against wood, the desperate scratching piercing through my hangover-clouded consciousness. My head throbbed as awareness crept in - silk sheets that weren't mine, a familiar cologne lingering in the air. Kyle's room. Kyle's bed.Gas whined, his nails clicking more insistently against the door. The sound made my temples pulse.I heard the soft creak of the door opening. Gas bounded in immediately, his paws thundering across the hardwood before he launched himself onto the bed."Gas, careful!" I managed, but he was already plastering my face with enthusiastic kisses, his tail thumping against the mattress. His familiar weight and warmth grounded me.Oh god, what had I done? Flashes of last night played like a scandalous movie in my head: throwing back tequila shots with Connor and Daniel, their muscled bodies moving to the music, then Kyle appearing like an avenging angel in Paradise. After that... the memories turned hot and wild. My hands had b

**Mia's POV**I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photo on Scarlett's phone. There they were - Kyle and Taylor, captured in perfect high-society harmony at some charity event I hadn't even known about. His hand rested on her lower back with casual intimacy, while she smiled up at him with that practiced adoration I used to believe was real.The same Kyle who, just yesterday, had the audacity to accuse me of inappropriate behavior with other men. The same Kyle who'd made me feel guilty for simply talking to male friends. My fingers clenched around my coffee cup, the ceramic hot against my skin. My coffee turned bitter on my tongue. Just yesterday, he'd been in my bed, accusing me of inappropriate behavior with other men. The hypocrisy made my stomach turn."Ah, Last Thursday, I remember." Scarlett peered at the date stamp. "Yeah, the Children's Cancer Foundation gala. Why?"Last Thursday. While I was reviewing construction plans for the children's center, he was parading around with