The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 87

Chapter 90 A Screech of Tires

*Mia’s POV*

I stared at the two men standing in my kitchen, both seemingly ready to escort me to a simple prenatal checkup like I was some kind of precious cargo. The absurdity of the situation made me want to laugh and cry simultaneously.

I’m glad I have these sincere friends. But this is too dramatic.

“Look,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “I appreciate the concern, really. But this is just a routine appointment. I’ve been managing just fine on my own.”

Nate leaned against the counter, his casual posture at odds with the determination in his eyes. “Think of it as having a medical consultant on hand. Just in case.”

Mom watched the exchange with poorly concealed amusement. “They do make some valid points, sweetheart.”

“Not helping, Mom.” I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache building. Gas, the traitor, wagged his tail happily between the two men like this was all terribly entertaining.

My phone buzzed – Scarlett, because of course it was:

*Please tell me Thomas made it there! Don’t be stubborn! Let people help you!

I typed back quickly: *Your brother AND Nate are here. This is YOUR fault.*

Her response was immediate: *Wow. Don’t know about Nate was there. BUT TWO hot guys fighting over who gets to take care of you? YOU’RE WELCOME! *

I sighed heavily. “Fine. Let’s compromise.” Both men straightened slightly. “Thomas, you can drive me to the appointment, but you’re waiting in the car.”

I turned to Nate. “Nate, since Gas adores your dogs, could take him for a playdate? He’s been cooped up with all my morning sickness lately.”

Gas’s tail wagged harder at the word “dogs,” making my decision for me.

“I am okay.” Thomas replied.

Nate nodded. “Marie will be thrilled to see him. She’s been sulking since your last visit.”

“Perfect. Everyone’s happy. Crisis averted.” I grabbed my purse, then had to immediately set it down as one of the babies decided to practice their soccer skills against my ribs. Both men took an instinctive step forward, making me roll my eyes. “I’m fine. They’re just active this morning.”

Mom finally took pity on me. “Alright boys, clear out and let my daughter get ready. Thomas, we’ll text you when she’s done. Nate, thank you for the coffee- and for taking Gas duty.”

I’ve never seen two grown men so efficiently managed out of a room. Mom’s talent for gentle but firm dismissal remained unmatched.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I told her once they’d left.

She smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you mean. Though I will say, it’s nice to see people looking out for you.”

“Mom…”

“I know, I know. You’re independent and capable.” She squeezed my hand. “But letting people care about you isn’t weakness,

sweetheart.”

Twenty minutes later, I settled into Thomas’s Mercedes-Benz S580.

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Everything I thought I knew was just smoke and mirrors A magic trick where nothing was what it seemed. Like a fairy tale that got twisted somewhere along the way.

I feel like fate is playing a joke on me. It turns out that Kyle and I have known each other for a long time. He “loved” me. Ironically, I was even once Kyle’s “true love.” But he thought it was Taylor. As a result, got into an almost desperate and suffocating marriage. And in this marriage, I was hurt all over.

Do I blame anyone?

Kyle for his silence, Taylor for her hypocrisy, and me for mignorance. I don’t understand why God has allowed me to go through all this. I’m willing to accept that Kyle only sees me as an irrelevant person because he loves Taylor so much. But the truth is such a ridiculous play.

I can’t help but crying silently.

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The question I’d been dreading. “No,” I said quietly. “And I’d appreciate if you didn’t mention it.”

“It’s not my place to share your private matters.” His tone was neutral, diplomatic. “But you should be prepared. Men like Kyle…. they have ways of finding information.”

“I know.” I stared out the window, watching buildings blur past. “Trust me, I know exactly what Kyle Branson is capable of.”

Thomas was quiet for a long moment. Then: “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. About all of it.”

“Thanks.” I managed a small smile. “Though you have nothing to be sorry for.” The words hit harder than expected, making my throat tight. Damn pregnancy hormones.

“Right,” I said briskly, needing to change the subject. “Remember our deal – you wait in the car.’

“I remember.” But his expression turned serious. “Though I reserve the right to come in if anything seems wrong.”

“Nothing will be wrong,” I assured him. “Just a routine checkup.”

The appointment itself was exactly that – routine measurements, standard tests, the familiar whoosh of two strong heartbeats filling the examination room. Dr. Matthews seemed pleased with everything, though she did remind me to take it easier.

“The second trimester often feels better,” she explained, “but that doesn’t mean you should overdo it. These babies are growing fast now.”

I nodded, already knowing what came next – the list of dos and don’ts that seemed to grow longer with each visit. No heavy lifting, limited stairs, careful exercise only. Watch for swelling, monitor kick counts, stay hydrated.

“And try to minimize stress,” she added pointedly.

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