The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 About Eating Shit Twice

Mia’s POV

Scarlett’s face filled my phone screen, her red hair spread across what was definitely Morton’s pillow. She was wearing his shirt. I could tell by the way the collar sat too wide on her shoulders, the sleeves rolled up three times to show her hands.

“About Morton?” I said again.

She bit her lip. A gesture I’d seen a thousand times before, usually right before she said something she knew would get a reaction.

“Do you remember,” I started, unable to help myself, “that post you made? About two years ago?”

Her eyes went wide. “Mia, no-

“The one that said, and I quote, ‘Any woman who gets back together with her ex-husband is literally eating shit she already ate.”

Scarlett’s face turned the same color as her hair. “I was angry. I was drunk. I was-”

“Eating shit for breakfast?” I smiled. “Lunch? Dinner? All three meals?”

“Mia Williams, you are the worst best friend in the entire world.”

“I’m just asking questions. Perfectly reasonable questions. Like, for instance, what does shit taste like the second time around? Is it better? Worse? Does it have that reheated quality, you know, like leftover pizza that’s never quite the same?”

“I hate you.”

“You love me. And you owe me answers.” I took a sip of my coffee. “Start talking.”

Scarlett groaned and buried her face in the pillow. When she looked back up, her expression had shifted. Something softer underneath the embarrassment.

“It just happened,” she said quietly.

“Things don’t just happen. Especially not with Morton. That man plans his grocery lists three weeks in advance.

“He showed up at my apartment last week. Just appeared at my door looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was a mess. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Mia. Morton doesn’t wear t-shirts.”

“What did he want?”

“He said he was tired of pretending he didn’t still love me.” Scarlett’s voice got smaller. “He said he’d spent two years trying to move on and he couldn’t do it anymore. He said watching me at dinner the other night, seeing me laugh with Sophie and help with the kids and just exist in the world without him–it broke something.”

I watched her face as she talked. The way her eyes went soft around the edges, the small smile that kept trying to form even as she fought it down.

Chapter 387 About Eating Shit Twice

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“What did you say?”

“I told him to leave. That we’d already tried this and it didn’t work and going backwards never works.”

“But?”

“But he kissed me anyway.” She touched her lips with her fingertips.

From the living room came the sound of Alexander’s laughter, high and bright over the cartoon voices. Gas barked once, probably at something on screen.

“Scar,” I said gently.

“I know what you’re going to say. That I’m being stupid. That I’m setting myself up to get hurt again. That Morton and I have fundamental incompatibilities that won’t magically disappear just because we still have feelings for each other.”

“I wasn’t going to say any of that.”

She looked surprised. “You weren’t?”

“I was going to ask if you’re happy.”

The question seemed to catch her off guard. She blinked, her mouth opening and closing like she was trying out different answers to see which one fit.

“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I think I might be. Which is terrifying.”

“Why terrifying?”

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