The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304 Mia, what if Kyle had a reason?

Mia

“Thomas,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

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He looked up from where he was plating our dinner, his face immediately concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you preparing to propose to me?”

The sound rolled around like sandpaper on glass.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across his face, and I could hear the distant sound of traffic through my apartment windows.

I swallowed the taste of alcohol in my mouth–no, wait, I hadn’t been drinking. That metallic taste was pure anxiety.

Thomas froze for a moment, then turned to look at me fully.

I could already see the answer in his eyes before he spoke.

This was hard.

The salmon on our plates was still steaming, the herb crust golden and perfect. The wild rice

gleamed under the candlelight.

I took a deep breath. “Thomas-”

“Don’t say it, Mia,” he interrupted, crossing the small distance between us in two quick strides. His lips found mine before I could finish the thought, desperate and warm and tasting faintly of the wine.

When he pulled back, his hands gripped mine tightly, his fingers pressing against my knuckles until

it almost hurt.

“Thomas, I’m not trying to reject you,” I said quickly. “I just feel like now isn’t the right time.”

I held his hands, the warmth of his skin against mine.

Thomas looked disappointed. The expression settled into the lines around his eyes. He took my other hand and guided it along his cheek, the stubble rough beneath my fingertips, then down to his throat where I could feel his pulse hammering against my palm.

“That sounds like ‘no,‘” he said quietly.

I looked up at him. In the candlelight, our faces were half–shadowed. I could see the gold flecks in his brown eyes, the small scar on his chin from a childhood accident he’d told me.

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Chapter 304 Mia, what if Kyle had a reason?

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I held Thomas’s hand, feeling his vulnerability radiating from his skin like heat.

“Thomas,” I touched his face, the stubble leaving a unique sensation on my fingers as I traced the line of his jaw, bringing our faces closer until our foreheads nearly touched.

The words that came next felt like they’d been locked inside my chest for months, pressing against my ribs until I could barely breathe.

“This isn’t about forcing anything. I just want to be completely honest with you. I hate deception, I hate saying one thing and meaning another, and I hate making decisions without thinking them through. These are things I’ve experienced too often in the past.”

My voice caught slightly on the last words.

“But being with you,” I continued, my fingers still tracing the warm line of his cheekbone, “you’ve made me feel a sense of security I’ve never experienced before. I’m deeply grateful for all of this. And I don’t want to abuse it.”

Thomas’s breath was warm against my face. He didn’t interrupt.

I paused for a moment, feeling braver than I had in years. The apartment around us felt like a cocoon, separate from the chaos of the outside world.

“Thomas, you know everything that’s happened to me. I’ve never hidden anything from you because I know I don’t need to. I was obsessed with Kyle. Four years ago, I searched for him relentlessly until I gave up. When I was with you, I thought I had let go of him.”

Thomas’s hand moved to my waist.

“But he came back,” I said, “and I can’t pretend I didn’t react at all. But I think that reaction had nothing to do with love. I just didn’t want to enter our marriage carrying anger toward him.”

Thomas’s hand tightened around my waist, and he pressed his face against my abdomen, his breath warm through my shirt.

“I’m so afraid of losing you, Mia,” he said, his voice muffled against my body.

I could feel his fear. As if I might dissolve if he gripped too tight or slip away if he loosened his hold.

“You haven’t lost me,” I said, tilting my head down to press my lips against his dark hair. It smelled like his shampoo and something essentially Thomas.

Thomas said nothing for a long moment, just took a deep breath, inhaling deeply as if he could memorize the scent of my skin. His arms around my waist were solid, real, anchoring me to this

moment.

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