The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 154

Chapter 176 The logical choice

Mia’s POV

“So we’d be each other’s beards? Hiding from your mother and my ex-husband?”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “Something like that, yes.”

I considered it for a moment. There was a certain appeal to the idea.

There was a small part of me that liked the idea of Kyle seeing me move on with my life. Realizing that his romantic grand gestures wouldn’t automatically win me back, that I had other options, and that I wouldn’t just sit around waiting for him.

“What about when the twins are born? We couldn’t maintain this charade indefinitely. And what if you meet someone you actually want to date?”

“We’ll cross those bridges when we come to them,” Thomas said with a casual Confidence I envied. “For now, it would just be a few weeks of strategic public appearances to establish a counter-narrative.”

I looked at him intently for the first time. Thomas had always presented himself as a classic, clean-cut, handsome man. He was tall and fit, with strong features that were at the same time friendly. He genuinely cared about me, and that was obvious in his expression. There was no doubt about it, he was attractive.

But I didn’t like him, not romantically, and that was also obvious. To both of us, I suspected.

People can be strange sometimes. Your mind can tell the difference between good and bad, but your heart doesn’t always listen. Thomas was objectively perfect. He is handsome, successful, kind, thoughtful. The logical choice.

But my heart had never been particularly logical.

His gaze met mine, and I felt my face flush slightly. He really was a very, very good friend. If I hadn’t met Kyle, maybe I would have fallen for Thomas. Maybe I would have been spared the emotional rollercoaster of the past few years.

Kyle was terrible. Not only had he brought me a terrible marriage, he had also marked my life with his presence in a way 1 couldn’t seem to escape. Was this some kind of twisted fate?

Gas suddenly barked, breaking the awkward moment.

“Sorry,” I apologized to the startled family before turning back to Thomas. “I should probably head home. My mother will be worried after the reporter incident, and I’m supposed to be resting.”

Thomas nodded, not pushing further. “Think about my offer, Mia. No pressure Just a potential option if things get too intense.”

I laughed, some of the tension easing from my shoulders. “I’ll think about it,” I promised. “Truly.”

“That’s all I ask.” He signaled to Edmund, who was waiting discreetly near the café entrance. “Shall I tell your driver you’re ready?”

“Yes, please,” I nodded, suddenly exhausted. “The boys and I need a nap.”

Thomas escorted me to the car, maintaining a respectful distance that wouldn’t provide further gossip fodder for any lurking photographers. As Edmund helped me inside, Thomas held Gas’s leash, scratching behind my dog’s ears in a way that earned him enthusiastic tail wagging.

“Take care, Mia,” Thomas said as he handed Gas into the car.

I nodded, touched by his sincerity. “I will. Thank you for today.”

As Edmund pulled away from the curb, I watched Thomas grow smaller in the distance, his tall figure still standing where we’d left him, watching to ensure we departed safely.

I appreciate him, but I can’t do this.

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Involve Thomas in my messy life? Drag him into the crossfire of may complicated relationship with Kyle? It didn’t seem fair, no matter how willing he appeared.

And what would such a charade teach my sons about relationships, about honesty, about dealing with difficulties? I don’t want to be a mom pretending to date someone to spite their father.

By the time Edmund dropped me at home, Mom greeted me at the door, her expression clearly relieved to see me safe.

“How was the inspection?” she asked, helping me with my coat.

“Productive,” I said, deliberately leaving out the reporter ambush and Thomas’s unexpected proposal. “The center’s coming along beautifully. The sensory garden is almost finished.”

“And you’re exhausted,” she observed, guiding me toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll make tea.”

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