The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314 You got what you wanted.

Mia’s POV

“Do you think you’re funny?” The words escaped through gritted teeth as I stared at him.

Kyle’s face was exhausted. I was done reading into his expressions.

“Get lost,” I said, turning away from him while hobbling on a sprained ankle. “Just… get lost, Kyle.”

I limped toward the parking lot. The evening air was thick with humidity and the promise of rain. How fitting.

Behind me, I heard footsteps. Of course he was following me. Of course Kyle Branson couldn’t just let me walk away with the last word. He never could.

“Mia, wait.”

I kept walking. The parking lot stretched before me like an obstacle course, filled with cars that all looked identical under the harsh fluorescent lights. Where had I parked? Everything looked the same when you were running on adrenaline and rage.

“Please, just listen—”

“No.” I whipped around so fast that pain shot up my leg, but I welcomed it. Physical pain was honest. It didn’t lie or manipulate or pretend to be something it wasn’t. “No, I will not listen. I’m done listening to you.”

Kyle stopped a few feet away, his hands raised slightly as if approaching a wounded animal. Which, I supposed, wasn’t entirely inaccurate. I felt wounded, feral, ready to bite anything that came too close.

“Your ankle,” he said, his voice carefully controlled. “You Shouldn’t be walking on it. Let me call my driver-”

“Fuck off.”

“Just fuck right off, Kyle. I don’t want your driver. I don’t want your help. I don’t want anything from

you.”

“You’re hurt-”

“So are you! So what? We’re both walking wounded. At least I’m honest about it.”

I found my car–thank God for small mercies–and fumbled in my purse for my keys. My hands were shaking, whether from pain or rage or the simple exhaustion of holding myself together, I couldn’t tell.

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“Mia, please. Just let me make sure you get home safely.”

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I dropped my keys. They hit the asphalt with a metallic jingle that seemed obscenely cheerful given the circumstances. When I bent to pick them up, the movement sent another bolt of pain through my ankle, and I had to grip the car door handle to keep from falling.

Kyle stepped forward instinctively, and I held up my hand like a traffic cop.

“Don’t.” My voice was deadly quiet now, more dangerous than when I’d been shouting.

He stopped.

“You know what your problem is, Kyle?” I straightened slowly, using the car for support. “You think you’re protecting people. You think you’re some kind of noble hero making the hard choices for the greater good.”

I unlocked my car with shaking hands, the electronic beep cutting through the thick air.

“But you’re not a hero. You’re not protecting anyone. You’re a coward. A coward through and through,” I continued. “You’re so terrified of actually dealing with real emotions, real consequences, real relationships, that you’d rather disappear entirely than face the mess you made.”

“That’s not-”

“It’s exactly what you did!” The words exploded out of me, four years of suppressed anger and hurt and bewilderment finally finding their voice. “You left, Kyle. You just left.”

I opened the car door, using it as a barrier between us.

“Do you have any idea what it was like? Sitting by their incubators, watching machines breathe for them, wondering if they would live or die, and you were just… gone. Not a word. Not a phone call. Not even a fucking text message to ask if your own children were alive.”

I wasn’t done. He called for it.

“And you know what the worst part was? I still made excuses for you. Even then, even after everything, I told myself you must have had a good reason. That maybe you were hurt worse than anyone told me. That maybe you were protecting us somehow.”

I laughed.

“But you weren’t protecting us. You were protecting yourself. You’re so used to controlling everything, to making decisions for other people ‘for their own good,‘ that you can’t handle a situation where you don’t have all the answers.”

The parking lot around us was mostly empty now, just a few scattered cars and the distant hum of traffic. It felt like the whole world had narrowed down to this moment, this conversation that was

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four years overdue.

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“You want to know what I needed, Kyle? What I actually needed?” I leaned forward slightly, my voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “I needed you to stay. I needed you to sit in that terrible hospital room with me and hold my hand while our babies fought for their lives. I needed you to be scared with me, to cry with me, to not have all the answers for once in your life.”

I straightened. “But you just can’t.”

Kyle opened his mouth, but no words came out. Good.

“You know what else I needed?” I continued, “I needed you to ask me what I wanted instead of deciding for me. I needed you to value my opinion, my choices, my feelings. But you never did.”

“You gave me what you thought I needed. But you never once asked me what would actually make me happy.”

Both of us wounded, both of us running on empty.

“And the money. God, the money.” I shook my head. “Do you know how insulting it is to be reduced to a monthly bank transfer? To have your children’s father communicate with them through trust funds and investment portfolios?”

I opened the car door wider.

“You never valued what I needed. You valued what you thought would keep me safe. But I was a person. A person with thoughts and feelings and dreams of my own.”

The wind picked up, carrying the scent of rain and something else–exhaust fumes and that particular smell of hot asphalt that meant summer was dying.

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