The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 224

Chapter 226 More children?

Mia’s POV

“It couldn’t be her,” I said.

Scarlett nodded, her expression unusually serious. “You’re probably right. I must have misread something Taylor’s sentence was lengthy-like fifteen years minimum, wasn’t it?”

“Twenty,” I corrected, remembering the day the verdict was announced. I hadn’t attended the trial, the twins were only a few months old then, and I was still recovering. “With no possibility of parole for at least twelve years.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about,” Scarlett said, “It’s only been four. This wasn’t like that bitch’s style anyway. I always thought she was like a witch who wouldn’t let go, determined to ruin everything.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “She’s not coming back. She can’t hurt us anymore.”

Scarlett smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re right. I’m being dramatic. Occupational hazard of an influencer.”

We parted ways outside the restaurant, Scarlett climbing into an Uber bound for her SoHo apartment, me walking the few blocks to my building. The night air was crisp, hinting at the approaching autumn. I wrapped my light jacket tighter around me.

What Scarlett had said about Thomas struck me most deeply. Had he really been carrying feelings for me since college? I tried to recall moments that might have revealed his interest, but nothing specific came to mind. Thomas had always been there, steady and supportive, but never pushy.

He’d watched me fall in love with Kyle, marry him, have his children.

I thought about the Morgan family-Thomas’s parents, Linda and Robert, who had practically been a second set of parents to me growing up. I’d played with Scarlett while Thomas, four years older, had alternated between ignoring us and begrudgingly including us in his activities when their parents insisted.

The Morgan family fortune had been built through generations of smart investment in art and real estate. Not as flashy as the Bransons or the Porters, but substantial. Thomas was their only son. Surely they expected him to marry, produce heirs.

Thomas had never pressured me, never even hinted at a timeline. That was one of his greatest strengths, he gave me space to breathe. But was I being fair to him by keeping things in this comfortable limbo?

I let myself into my apartment, immediately greeted by the sound of childish laughter and splashing water. My mother sat on the closed toilet lid, watching as the twins turned bath time into what appeared to be a naval battle, complete with foam battleships and a rubber duck admiral.

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