The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 226

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Mia’s POV

“It couldn’t be her,” I said.

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Scarlett nodded, her expression unusually serious. “You’re probably right. I must have misread something. Taylor’s sentence was lengthy–like fifteen years minimum, wasn’t it?”

“Twenty,” I corrected, remembering the day the verdict was announced. I hadn’t attended the trial, the twins were only a few months old then, and I was still recovering. “With no possibility of parole for at least twelve

years.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about,” Scarlett said, “It’s only been four. This wasn’t like that bitch’s style anyway. I always thought she was like a witch who wouldn’t let go, determined to ruin everything.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “She’s not coming back. She can’t hurt

us anymore.”

Scarlett smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re right. I’m being dramatic. Occupational hazard of an influencer.”

We parted ways outside the restaurant, Scarlett climbing into an Uber bound for her SoHo apartment, me walking the few blocks to my building. The night air was crisp, hinting at the approaching autumn. I wrapped my light jacket tighter around me.

What Scarlett had said about Thomas struck me most deeply. Had he really been carrying feelings for me since college? I tried to recall moments that might have revealed his interest, but nothing specific came to mind. Thomas had always been there, steady and supportive, but never pushy.

He’d watched me fall in love with Kyle, marry him, have his children.

I thought about the Morgan family–Thomas’s parents, Linda and Robert, who had practically been a second set of parents to me growing up. I’d played with Scarlett while Thomas, four years older, had alternated between ignoring us and begrudgingly including us in his activities when their parents insisted.

The Morgan family fortune had been built through generations of smart investment in art and real estate. Not as flashy as the Bransons or the Porters, but substantial. Thomas was their only son. Surely they expected him to marry, produce heirs.

Thomas had never pressured me, never even hinted at a timeline. That was one of his greatest strengths, he gave me space to breathe. But was I being fair to him by keeping things in this comfortable limbo?

I let myself into my apartment, immediately greeted by the sound of childish laughter and splashing water. My mother sat on the closed toilet lid, watching as the twins turned bath time into what appeared to be a naval battle, complete with foam battleships and a rubber duck admiral.

“Mama!” Ethan spotted me first, his face lighting up. “Nana let us have ice cream after dinner!”

“And we didn’t spill any!” Alexander added proudly, splashing for emphasis.

“I see bath time became necessary afterward, though,” I observed, smiling at my mother.

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She rose with a graceful shrug. “The ice cream didn’t spill. The chocolate sauce, however…”

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“Say no more.” I laughed, setting my purse aside and rolling up my sleeves. “I’ll take over from here. Thank you for watching them.”

“Always my pleasure.” She kissed my cheek before leaning over the tub to kiss each boy’s damp head. “Be good for your mother. No more water on the floor, okay?”

“Okay, Nana!” they chorused, though Alexander was already eyeing the cup they used for rinsing with suspicious intent.

Once she’d left, I knelt beside the tub, immediately getting my blouse wet as Ethan enthusiastically showed me how his battleship could “dive underwater like a submarine, Mama!”

“Very impressive,” I said, helping Alexander rinse the shampoo from his hair. “Five more minutes, then it’s time to get out.”

“Ten minutes!” Alexander countered.

“Seven,” I offered.

“Seven,

“Eight,” Ethan jumped in, always the mediator.

“Seven and a half, final offer.”

They exchanged a look, their twin telepathy at work. “Deal,” they said together.

As they resumed their battle, I found myself studying their faces. Would I ever have more children? The thought had rarely crossed my mind in the past four years. The twins filled my heart completely. But Thomas might want his own children someday. Was that something I could imagine? Another pregnancy, another baby–or babies–to raise alongside Alexander and Ethan?

“Mama, you’re making your thinking face again,” Alexander observed, poking my cheek with a wet finger.

“Am I?” 1 smiled, tapping his nose in return. “What am I thinking about, then, if you’re so smart?”

He considered this seriously, his gray eyes–so like his father’s–narrowing in concentration. “Hmm… probably

how a big building you’re making. Or about Uncle Thomas.”

My heart skipped. Was I that transparen? “Why do you think I’d be thinking about Uncle Thomas?” Alexander shrugged, returning to his battleship. “Because when you look at him, you make the same face. of happy but also like you’re trying to solve a puzzle.”

Out of the mouths of babes.

“Time’s up, sailors,“I announced, reaching for the towels. “All hands on deck!”

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Getting them dried, dressed in pajamas, and settled for story time was its own special chaos. By the time I’d read “Goodnight Moon” (Alexander’s choice) and “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” (Ethan’s), both boys were finally yawning.

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“One more story,” Ethan pleaded, his eyes already drooping.

“Tomorrow,” I promised, tucking the blanket around him. “It’s late, and growing boys need sleep to get big and

strong.”

“Like Dad?” Alexander asked innocently.

My heart stuttered. They so rarely mentioned their father directly.

“Yes,” I said softly, smoothing his hair. “Like Dad.”

“Is Uncle Thomas strong too?” Ethan asked, his voice slurring with approaching sleep.

I smiled, kissing his forehead. “He is. Different kinds of strong, but yes.

Alexander’s eyes had already closed, his breathing evening out. Ethan fought sleep a moment longer, regarding me with those solemn eyes that seemed to see too much.

“Do you like Uncle Thomas, Mama? If you stay with him, is that okay?”

The question caught me off guard. How long had he been thinking about this?

“I do like him,” I answered honestly. “He’s been very good to us. What do you think? Would it be okay with you if he was around more?”

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Ethan considered this with the gravity only a four–year–old could bring to such a question. “He teaches us things. And he makes you smile a lot.”

“He does, doesn’t he?”

“But he’s not our dad,” Ethan added matter–of–factly.

“No,” I agreed softly. “He’s not.”

“That’s okay,” Ethan yawned. “We can still like him.”

“Yes, we can,” I whispered, but he was already asleep.

I sat between their beds for a while longer, watching them sleep, these perfect little beings who had changed my life completely. Whatever happened with Thomas–whatever happened with anything–they would always

come first.

My phone buzzed quietly in my pocket. Thomas.

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