The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife Novels & Stories

I can’t do that anymore. A staff member appeared beside us. “Mr. Blackwood, we’re ready.” The room beyond the curtain erupted into applause. They were waiting for the billionaire. I thought about Elara sitting alone with divorce papers, waiting for calls that never came. Holding ultrasound photos while wondering what to do next. Then I thought about Blue, her birthdays I missed… her school events. Memories I could never recover. The weight of it nearly crushed me. For years I convinced myself power solved problems, but power had never fixed anything.

If he had shown this side of himself before our marriage, there was no way I'd have agreed to marry him. Ethan had become a different person, someone I couldn't figure out anymore. Because tell me why he said Kayla hasn't woken up but I met her here awake and talking? Except now that she had just closed her eyes and her mouth was wailing. He dragged me forward again, towards a bed, but I refused. "Tell me what the problem is?" The doctor asked again. "I wouldn't donate even a pinch of my blood to that b!tch lying there," I muttered, my tone bitter. I knew she heard me, seeing her move her eyelids

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

Now I'm wearing his dead wife's name like a second skin, and the walls of this glittering cage are closing in. The man beside me shifts in his chair. Alexander Blackwood. A billionaire and a widower. He is the reason I'm trapped in this lie. He doesn't look at me. He's staring at his own glass, jaw tight, eyes distant. He's been like this all night. Like he's bracing for something. Maybe he should be. I turn back to the crowd. Julian is gone. My fingers tighten around the champagne flute. Let me take you back to where this started. Back when I was invisible. Back before I knew I had a sister. Back before I learned that some families bury their secrets so deep, they forget they're standing on

His tactic to distract himself by working on files failed after spending hours in front of his computer without inputting anything. Since the event that happened two days ago, the return of his ex-wife has constantly tugged at him, a reminder of his disloyalty in the past. Five years ago when she suddenly disappeared, he tried hard to forget about her. But still seeing the face of Arietta, her twin sister almost every day overwhelmed him with the guilt that he caused her to vanish all of a sudden. The office door suddenly burst open, and Arietta walked inside the next second. With a sleeveless black dress that stopped a few inches below her bum, she dumped her purse on the nearby couch and s

The hall suddenly became tense with the whispered voices of other people, as almost everyone was surprised to see Flora Blake, the daughter of late billionaire Williams Blake, who cheated on her husband barely a month after their wedding. They only heard rumours of her infidelity when she divorced Richard, and since then, the Blakes family name was gradually disappearing, as Flora, who was the only surviving heiress of the family, couldn't sustain the family legacy. Instead, she cheated on her husband and had to lose her inheritance as compensation for the disgrace she brought upon the Wilson family. Since then, only a few people had heard rumours of her struggling to raise a child as a sing

"My goodness, Elodie, you and Mr. Curt's 'wife' look to be about the exact same age!" The air stretched thin, suffocatingly tight. I looked directly at Kevin, whose face had gone completely pale, and then at Iris, who was clutching her handbag so tightly her knuckles were white. The utter absurdity of it—the sheer cowardice of a billionaire CEO letting strangers assume his childhood sweetheart was his wife while his actual wife stood two feet away—ignited a cold, blazing fire in my chest. "Actually," I began, my voice clear and deliberate, "I'm the one who’s—"

"If you want Cheryl to buy the computer, you must return the over 100 thousand dollars she gave you before." As soon as those words left his mouth, the neighbors, who had still wanted to argue, fell silent. "Oh, so she already gave over 100 thousand dollars. Tsk, tsk, tsk! How greedy!" "I get it now. It turns out this old woman is the shameless one. How could she curse her son by lying about his health and play the victim?" "Why doesn't her son recognize what kind of family he's in? How could he ask for a 20-thousand-dollar computer? I can't even bear to spend that much."

To think she didn’t really get what she wanted, as Christian was no more by her side and she might never see him again, but then this reality she was in, seemed far better than any she would have wished for. Blowing invisible kisses, and turning back around towards the door that led outside, Dinah muttered some words of encouragement and then opened the door. She was stepping into a new life, a new world. As the daughter of a billionaire!

She finally mustered up the courage to look up at her cousin who just asked about her personal life and smiled, “it’s the truth. I haven’t seen my dear husband in six months” Six months was a bit of an understatement. Four years she’s been married to the number one business mogul in the world, four years and she could count the number of times spent with her dear husband Damien Castillo. Seeing the twinge of pity at the corner of her cousin’s eye she sighed deeply, “Come on Jeff. You know my matrimony isn’t the regular- “I don’t care Eva. You should leave him.” “I can’t” “Why??’. Raising his voice in disbelief.