The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 89

Chapter 91 Facing Demon

*Mia’s POV*

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Time slowed to a crawl as I watched Taylor’s Porsche barreling toward me. My body moved on instinct, survival reflexes kicking in despite my awkward pregnant state. Kthrew myself sideways, rolling onto the grass strip beside the walkway. The impact sent shooting pain through my ankle, but the soft ground cushioned my fall enough to protect my stomach.

The horrific screech of metal on concrete filled the air as Taylor’s car slammed into the retaining wall. The sound of the crash

echoed off nearby buildings, followed by the tinkle of shattered glass hitting pavement.

My hands immediately went to my belly, checking for any signs of distress from the babies. They shifted normally – if anything, more active than usual from the adrenaline coursing through my system. My ankle throbbed, but that was secondary to

ensuring my children were safe.

With trembling fingers, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Someone just tried to run me over,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as possible. “I’m at 1542 Riverside Avenue. The driver crashed into a wall. I’m pregnant and need medical assistance to check for injuries.”

“Are you in immediate danger from the driver?”

“Not currently. They’re still in the vehicle.” I could see Taylor slumped over the steering wheel through the cracked windshield. “Please hurry.”

“Police and emergency services are en route. Stay on the line with me. Are you experiencing any pain or bleeding?”

“Just my ankle from dodging the car. No bleeding.” I pushed myself carefully to my feet, wincing at the pressure on my injured ankle. “My babies seem okay – they’re moving normally.”

“That’s good. Police should be there in approximately three minutes. Do not approach the vehicle. Find a safe location and wait

for officers to arrive.”

After this phone call, I found that I was surprisingly calm. Except for a kind of immense anger. This anger did not start today, but a long, long time ago.

I found myself limping toward the wreckage of her car.

Taylor was conscious, struggling with her seatbelt as smoke curled from the crumpled hood. The driver’s side door was jammed from the impact. Before she could stop me, I yanked her door open and dragged her out by her designer jacket.

She stumbled, caught off guard by my strength. I didn’t give her time to recover before my palm connected with her face in a

slap that echoed off the surrounding buildings.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury. “Or are you going to spin some story about how I caused your accident? Better work fast – there are security cameras covering this entire block.”

Taylor stared at me, mascara streaking down her face. Her perfect facade was cracking, revealing something ugly underneath She looked almost feral, her carefully maintained appearance dissolving along with her composure.

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