The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 3211 heard you’re dying

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Chapter 321 I heard you’re dying

Mia’s POV

“What about someone who’d suffered trauma? Like a gunshot wound?”

“Ah.” Hugo leaned forward slightly. “That’s more specific. Severe trauma can sometimes trigger autoimmune responses, particularly if there was significant blood loss or organ damage. The body’s immune system can essentially turn on itself.”

1 looked at Hugo, trying to decide how much to reveal. “Someone I used to know… their appearance changed dramatically. They looked ill, almost skeletal.”

“If this was someone close to you,” Hugo said carefully, “and you’re concerned about their health, I’d say trust your instincts. Dramatic physical changes usually indicate serious underlying medical issues.”

He paused, studying my face.

“Hugo,” I said, “if someone had a terminal illness, something that maybe gave them only a few years to live, would they look… different?”

“Depending on the treatment, yes. Chemotherapy, immunosuppressive drugs, radiation–they can all cause significant weight loss and change facial structure. The body essentially begins consuming itself.”

I felt sick. The room spun slightly, and I had to sit down.

What would I do? If Kyle was dying.

“I need to think,” I said finally.

Hugo stood to leave, squeezing my hand gently. “If you need anything medical clarified, please don’t hesitate to call. And Mia? Sometimes the most loving thing we can do is respect someone’s choice to handle their illness privately.”

After they left, I sat in my living room watching my sons play. Alexander was showing Ethan how to build something elaborate with blocks, their heads bent together in concentration. They looked so much like Kyle it took my breath away.

My phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: I’m sorry. I know you need space, but I love you.

I set the phone aside without responding.

That evening, after the boys were in bed, I found myself standing in my bathroom, staring at my reflection. My throat was still swollen, my eyes puffy from crying.

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I thought about Kyle’s altered face when he’d appeared as Jackson Maxwell. The sharp cheekbones that had looked so different from the man I’d married.

I thought about Catherine, dying of cancer while her son struggled with his own illness. Had she known?

I thought about Thomas, bleeding from rose thorns.

The next morning, I called Nate.

“Mia?” His voice was warm with surprise. “How are you?”

“Nate, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be completely honest with me.”

A pause. “Of course.”

“When you knew Kyle, when you were… involved in whatever was happening four years ago, did you know about his health?”

The silence stretched so long I thought he might have hung up.

“Nate?”

“Yes, I knew.”

The confirmation hit me like a punch to the chest. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Mia…”

“Don’t protect me from this. I’m tired of people thinking I can’t handle the truth.”

Another long pause. “After the shooting, when Kyle was in surgery, they discovered something. His immune system had been compromised for years, possibly since childhood. The trauma from the gunshot wound triggered a cascade failure.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means his body has been fighting itself. It’s called autoimmune deficiency syndrome. Progressive. Terminal.”

The word landed between us like a stone dropped in still water.

“How long?” I whispered.

“When I last spoke to his doctors, they estimated two to three years. That was four years ago.

Four years ago. Kyle should already be dead.

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“Is he still…?”

“I don’t know. He severed contact with everyone after he left the hospital. But Mia, if he’s still alive, it’s borrowed time.”

I hung up and sat in my car outside the boys‘ school, watching other parents pick up their children. Normal people with normal problems. I felt like I was viewing them through glass, separated by the knowledge that Kyle was dying and had been dying all along.

When I collected Alexander and Ethan, they chattered about their day, about finger painting and story time and the new boy who spoke Spanish. I responded automatically, my mind elsewhere.

That evening, I put them to bed early and sat in the dark living room with Gas at my feet. The house felt different now, heavy with secrets and time running out.

My phone rang. Unknown number.

“Hello?” My voice was still hoarse.

“Mia.”

Kyle’s voice. Real. Just Kyle, sounding tired and far away.

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