The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 121

hapter 14,5 Trapped

Mia’s POV

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Ms. Williams?” A nurse hurried after me, waving a clipboard. “You forgot to schedule your next appointment.”

sighed, turning back. This pregnancy brain was getting ridiculous. Last week, I’d put my keys in the refrigerator and spent wenty minutes searching the apartment while Gas watched me with what I swore was canine amusement.

Sorry about that,” I said, accepting the clipboard. “Guess was distracted by the good news.”

The nurse smiled sympathetically. “Twins will do that to you. How about two weeks from today? Same time?”

checked my phone calendar. “That works. Thank you.”

Kyle said nothing, but saw it all.

We walked in awkward silence toward the bank of elevators, maintaining a careful distance. Kyle pressed the call button, and we vaited, the tension between us almost palpable.

he elevator arrived with a soft chime, empty except for us. Kyle held the door as I entered, then followed, pressing the button or the ground floor.

‘How have you been feeling?” he asked as the doors closed.

Fine.” I stared at the digital floor indicator, watching the numbers descend. “Just the usual third-trimester things.”

tyle nodded, falling silent again. The elevator hummed softly around us, the air heavy with unspoken words.

uddenly, the cabin jerked, the lights flickered, and we lurched to an abrupt stop. The sudden movement threw me off balance, and Kyle’s hand shot out to steady me before I could fall.

‘What was that?” I asked, heart racing as I pulled away from his touch.

(yle frowned, pressing the ground floor button again. Nothing happened. He tried several other buttons, including the alarm, but the panel remained dark and unresponsive.

‘It seems we’re stuck,” he said calmly, reaching for the emergency phone embedded in the wall panel. He held it to his ear for a noment, then replaced it with a grim expression. “Dead.”

‘Great,” I muttered, digging my cell phone from my purse. “No signal,” 1 announced after checking the screen. “Of course.”

Kyle checked his own phone, frowning at the lack of reception. “We’re probably between floors.”

The elevator jerked again, dropping slightly before stabilizing. I grabbed the handrail, my pulse spiking. “What’s happening?”

‘I don’t know,” Kyle said, pressing the call button repeatedly. After a moment, the panel lit up again, and the elevator began a smooth descent. Relief washed through me as we continued moving downward.

Until I noticed we weren’t stopping at the ground floor.

“Why are we still going down?” I asked, watching the indicator show P1, then P2, then P3. The hospital only had two basement parking levels as far as I knew.

The elevator came to a stop at a floor labeled B3, and the doors slid open to reveal darkness.

“This isn’t right,” Kyle said, holding his arm across the door to prevent it from closing. “This looks like a construction level.”

He was correct. The dim emergency lighting revealed bare concrete floors, unfinished walls, and construction equipment covered in protective tarps. The air smelled of dust and concrete.

“Let’s try another floor,” I suggested, reaching for the panel. But when Kyle stepped back and the doors closed, nothing

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happened I pressed several buttons, growing increasingly frustrated when the elevator remained motionless.

“It’s not responding,” I said, unable to keep the worry from my voice.

Kyle pressed the alarm button, but no sound emerged. He tried prying the doors open, but they were firmly sealed.

“We should try the construction level,” he decided after a moment. “There might be workers there, or at least a stairwell we can

use.”

I nodded, and he forced the doors open again, holding there as I stepped carefully into the darkened space. The emergency lights cast eerie shadows across the unfinished area. Construction materials were piled against walls, and plastic sheets hung from the ceiling in places, billowing slightly in the stale air.

“Hello?” Kyle called, his voice echoing in the empty space. “Is anyone down here?”

Silence answered him.

I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself despite the stuffy warmth. “This is just perfect,” I muttered.

Kyle pulled out his phone again, holding it up as he walked a few steps in different directions, searching for signal. “Nothing,” he reported, returning to where I stood.

“What now?” I asked, trying to keep the edge of panic from my voice.

“We find the stairwell,” Kyle replied, his tone reassuringly matter-of-fact. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders before I could protest. “The construction crew must have access. Let’s follow the wall and see what we find.”

The jacket smelled like him that subtle blend of expensive cologne and something uniquely Kyle. I wanted to shrug it off on principle, but the basement was chilly despite the stuffiness, and the weight of it was oddly comforting.

“Fine,” I agreed, falling into step beside him as we began walking along the perimeter of the large, open space.

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