The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 145

Chapter 167 You saw me in the hallway.

Mia’s POV

The car ride home fast. I can’t stop seeing them. Kyle and that woman, even when I close my eyes.

Why am I so angry? Kyle and I are divorced. He’s free to see whoever he wants, talk to whoever he wants, laugh with whoever he

wants.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Scarlett raised eyebrow.

When we arrive at my building, Edmund jumps out to open my door.

“I’ll come up with you,” Scarlett says, not a question but a statement.

“You don’t have to. Scar, I know you need to get back to the office. I already felt that I owe you so much.” I leaned over and gave her a hug

She just told me she would always be there. My dear Scarlett.

Mom is waiting when we enter the apartment, her expression is a I-told-you-so. Gas bounds over, his entire body wiggling with delight at my return. At least someone is happy to see me.

“How did it go?” Mom asks, watching as I lower myself onto the sofa.

“It didn’t. Kyle was in meetings. I didn’t see him.” I said.

“I told you it was a waste of time,” Mom says, “You look exhausted. Tea?”

“Please, mommy.”

I hate this. I hate that I still care. After everything he’s done.

Could be anyone. A business associate. An investor. A new PR person hired to deal with this media mess.

And most importantly, It doesn’t matter anyway.

“Clearly,” Scarlett says dryly.

Mom returns with a steaming mug of tea.

“Robert called while you were out,” Mom says, settling back into her chair. “He’s filing injunctions against the most egregious articles. There should be retractions by tomorrow.”

“Will it matter?” I ask. “The damage is already done.”

“It’s about controlling the narrative going forward,” Mom says. “We can’t erase what’s already been published, but we can make it more difficult for them to continue spreading lies.”

Mom insists I move to my bedroom for a proper nap. I don’t resist, suddenly bone-tired from the morning’s emotional roller coaster. Gas follows, settling at the foot of my bed as I ease beneath the covers.

My mind keeps replaying the image of this morning. That’s awful.

I must doze off eventually, because the sound of raised voices pulls me back to consciousness. Mom’s voice, firm but controlled. And another voice, deeper. Male.

Kyle.

I push myself up, suddenly wide awake. What is he doing here?

“She’s resting,” I hear Mom say. “You can call her later.”

Choptatie You saw me in the halway

“I need to speak with her now,” Kyle replies.

+20 Bonus

“Everything is important with you, Mr. Branson. But my daughter’s health takes precedence over your urgent matters.”

I can practically see Kyle’s jaw tightening, that muscle ticking in his cheek the way it does when he’s restraining his temper.

“Five minutes,” he says. “That’s all I’m asking

“It’s okay, Mom,” I call, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I’m awake.”

Gas jumps up, watching me with concerned eyes as I reach for my robe. I tie it around my expanding waist, take a deep breath, and move toward the door.

In the living room, Kyle stands with his back to the window, his posture rigid with tension. He’s changed since I saw him at the office, now wearing a charcoal suit that fits his broad shoulders perfectly, his dark hair slightly disheveled as if he’s been running his fingers through it.

“Kyle,” I say, my voice steadier than I expected. “What brings you here?”

His eyes sweep over me, assessing. “You came to my office.”

“Hours ago,” I confirm. “It wasn’t important.”

“Wasn’t it?” His gray eyes narrow slightly. “You broke your doctor’s orders to come see me, but it wasn’t important?”

Mom clears her throat. “I’ll give you two some privacy. Five minutes, Mr. Branson. My daughter needs her rest.” She gives me a meaningful look before disappearing down the hallway, leaving us alone.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify