The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 111

Chapter 136 Accepted

Mia’s POV

I’d been staring at my laptop screen for nearly an hour, cursor blinking at the end of an email I’d drafted, rewritten, and edited at least a dozen times. My acceptance letter to Bernard Leblanc.

A sharp kick near my ribs made me wince. “Easy there,” I murmured, rubbing the spot. “Mom’s trying to make a life decision here.”

I glanced at the clock. 7:42 AM. Scarlett was probably still asleep after our late night discussion about my father’s arrest. I was happy for my mother. But I woke up earlier than usual anyway.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text from Mom.

Are you okay, sweetheart? I know it’s early there, but I figured you might be awake processing everything.

Mom probably sensed my slight tension. Her intuition is second to none. My thumbs hovered over the screen as I considered how to respond. Finally, I typed:

I’m okay. Working on my acceptance email to Bernard Leblanc right now.

Her response came quickly: That’s wonderful! Trust your instincts, Mia. You’ve always known what you want. You just needed your own permission to pursue it.

Another buzz followed immediately: And don’t worry about things here. I’ve got everything under control.

I believed her. Mom could orchestrate the downfall of the man who’d tried to kill her from a hospital bed. Mom could handle just about anything.

I turned back to my laptop. My finger hovered over the send button, that last moment of doubt creeping in.

I never imagined that I would be living in Paris with my children. Paris is nice. But it’s not New York. Was I being selfish, pursuing a career opportunity in Paris with my babies?

I can’t answer. But I clicked send.

The moment the email disappeared into the digital ether, a wave of relief washed over me. Decision made. Future path set, at least for now. I closed my laptop and pushed myself up from the desk.

My phone buzzed again–probably Mom with more encouragement. But when I checked, it was a news alert:

TAYLOR MATTHEWS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY: Daughter of Helen Porter-Williams being questioned in connection with stepmother’s “accident”

My heart stuttered. I quickly tapped the notification, scanning the brief article that appeared. Few details were available, but authorities were apparently questioning Taylor about her knowledge of the events surrounding my mother’s “accident” and subsequent financial dealings.

Everyone is watching the farce. The media doesn’t want to let Taylor go either. I’m surprised that I don’t think this is a good thing. Taylor likes to manipulate. She’s willing to cross the bottom line that most people won’t even touch. But there are some things I want to figure out for myself.

I sank back onto the edge of the bed, memories flooding my mind.

A soft knock at my door interrupted my thoughts.

“Mia?” Scarlett’s voice, unusually subdued. “Are you awake?”

“Come in,” I called, setting my phone aside.

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Scarlett appeared in the doorway, already dressed in silk loungewear, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. A casual look only she could make seem elegant.

“You saw the news about Raylor?” she asked, crossing to sit beside me on the bed.

I nodded. “Just now. They’re not saying much.”

Scarlett continued, “What are you going to do about it?”

I looked at her. “Do? What can I do? I’m in Paris, pregnant with twins. The legal system will handle Taylor.”

Scarlett raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Will it, though?” Scarlett leaned forward, her expression intense. “I think you need to confront her. In person. Before we leave Paris. Make sure she knows she can’t’just slither away from this like she has from everything else.”

“Confront her how? She’s in custody in New York.”

“For now.” Scarlett checked something on her phone. “But according to Morton’s contact in D.A., they don’t have enough to hold her yet. She’ll probably be released pending further investigation.”

“I sent the acceptance email,” I said, changing the subject. “To Bernard Leblanc.”

Scarlett’s face lit up. “Mia, that’s fantastic! When do you start?”

“Officially, after the twins are born. But he invited me to collaborate remotely in the meantime, as my schedule allows.”

“Perfect timing,” Scarlett nodded approvingly. “You’ll have a professional focus while preparing for the babies.”.

I hesitated, then voiced the thought that had been nagging at me since seeing the news about Taylor. “Scar, I think I need to go back to New York. Soon. Not just for Taylor, but for all of it.”

“Of course.” She squeezed my hand. “We can change our flights. Head back early.”

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