The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 180

Mia's POV

Before I could process what was happening, Kyle's mouth was on mine, desperate and demanding, tasting of expensive scotch and poor decisions. For a split second, I froze, my brain struggling to catch up with this sudden violation. Gas's barking grew more frantic beside me, his protective instincts in full force as Kyle's hands gripped my shoulders.

The initial shock wore off, replaced by a surge of white-hot anger that coursed through my veins. With strength I didn't know I possessed, I shoved hard against Kyle's chest, breaking free from his grip. He stumbled backward, momentarily off-balance, giving me just enough space to raise my hand and deliver a stinging slap across his face.

The crack of palm against cheek echoed through the narrow alley, punctuated by Gas's continuing barks.

"How dare you," I hissed, my entire body trembling with rage. "How dare you grab me like that, touch me like that."

Kyle stood frozen, his hand rising slowly to his reddening cheek.

"Mia—" he started, his voice hoarse.

"Get out," I cut him off, my voice dropping to a dangerous chill. "Get out of my sight before I call the police and report you for assaulting a pregnant woman."

"I didn't—"

"You did," I countered, backing toward the service door. "You grabbed me. You forced yourself on me. In a dark alley. While drunk. Do you know what that is? Do you know what you've done?"

"I never meant to—"

"I don't care what you meant," I interrupted, my hand instinctively moving to protect my belly, where the twins had gone uncharacteristically still, as if sensing the danger. "Your intentions don't matter. Your feelings don't matter. What matters is your actions, and your actions have crossed the line."

Gas positioned himself firmly between us, his teeth bared, a continuous growl rumbling from his chest.

"What do you think I am? Your toy? Your whore?" The words spilled out, acidic and raw. "When you don't love me, you push me aside. When you decide you're interested, I'm supposed to comply? You're unbelievable, Kyle. You're shameless."

Kyle took a halting step forward. "Please, Mia, let me explain—"

"There is nothing to explain," I shot back, feeling the door handle behind me. My fingers closed around it, relief flooding through me as it turned easily. "A man who treats a woman like this—a pregnant woman—doesn't deserve explanations. Doesn't deserve second chances."

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