The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 84

Chapter 88 Let the past be the past.

Mia’s POV

I’d cried until there were no tears left, until my eyes burned and my throat felt raw. But didn’t allow myself to keep crying. I still had my children. I had to start a new life. I couldn’t figure out why fate had arranged this. But I was the one who signed the marriage contract. I had to accept any possible outcome. Everything might be fake, but at least my children were real.

“Enough, Mia.” I whispered.

My hand drifted to my growing bump, now impossible to ignore even under loose clothing. The babies seemed extra active this morning. A small kick. I rubbed gentle circles where I’d felt the movement.

Gas whined softly from his spot by the bathroom door, his brown eyes full of concern.

“Thanks, Gas. You are my good boy.” I patted his head.

My phone buzzed on the counte. A message from Scarlett, probably checking in for the thousandth time since her honeymoon

started:

Living my best life in Bora Bora! Miss your face though! How are my favorite niblings doing?

Attached was a photo of her and Morton on some impossibly perfect beach, both looking disgustingly happy.

I started typing a response, then deleted it. What could I say? Hey, remember that boy from the kidnapping story I told you years ago? Turns out it was Kyle. Yes, THAT Kyle. My ex-husband Kyle. Who apparently loved me first but forgot me and married me without recognizing me and oh by the way I’m carrying his twins but he doesn’t know because everything is COMPLETELY FINE.

Yeah, no. Scarlett deserved to enjoy her honeymoon without my drama. I settled for a simple: Missing you too! Everything’s good here. Enjoy paradise!

Let the past be the past.

But there is one thing I do find very strange. It was about why. Why me and Kyle?

I leaned against the bathroom counter, mind racing. The kidnapping had never made sense, even as a child. Kyle’s family was infinitely wealthier than mine – taking him alone would have been more logical. Adding a second child only complicated things, increased the risk. And there had been no connection between our families then. We’d lived in completely different social circles until Taylor entered the picture in high school.

“It doesn’t add up,” I told Gas, who tilted his head as if considering my words, “Why me and Kyle?”

My phone buzzed again. This time was my calendar reminder for the afternoon’s obstetrics appointment. Dr. Matthews had been clear about wanting to monitor the twins more closely given my “high-risk factors.” At least she hadn’t explicitly said ‘ stress’ or ’emotional trauma,’ though her meaning had been clear enough.

I missed Scarlett’s talent for connecting seemingly random dots into coherent patterns. She had an uncanny ability to see through society’s polite fictions to the messy truths underneath. But she deserved her honeymoon bliss. The last thing she needed was me dumping ancient conspiracy theories in her inbox.

A crash from the kitchen made me jump. Gas was already running, his nails clicking rapidly on the hardwood floors. I followed, heart in my throat.

“Mom!”

She sat on the kitchen floor, face pale with pain, surrounded by scattered coffee grounds and broken ceramic. Her ankle was already starting to swell.

“I’m fine,” she tried to wave me off, but her grimace betrayed her. “Just lost my balance for a moment.”

“Right, because you normally sit on the kitchen floor surrounded by broken mugs.” I crouched carefully beside her, pregnancy

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“They broke up?”

“Better.” She actually bounced in what looked like a very expensive beach chair. “When Alexander saw Taylor’s detailed file, what happened between them must have been much more than breaking up.”

I pressed a hand to my side, earning a concerned look from Gas.

“Okay, Scar. I have something to tell you too, but I wait until you get back. I miss you.”

“Fine.” Scarlett sighed dramatically. “I have to go now. And I’ll never let you go to your prenatal check-ups alone!”

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