The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 379

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Chapter 379 Supporting Character

Mia’s POV

Thomas stood frozen, which somehow made him look dangerous. His eyes stayed fixed on Sophie.

Alexander, oblivious to the tension crackling between the adults, tugged on Sophie’s silk sleeve with fingers still sticky from marzipan. “Sophie, what’s a supporting character?”

Sophie’s smile didn’t waver. She knelt down to Alexander’s level. “Ah, mon petit, a supporting character is someone who helps tell someone else’s story, but they are not the main character themselves.”

Ethan stepped closer. “But everyone is the main character in their own story, right? That’s what Mama always says.”

Thomas cleared his throat, the sound careful and controlled. “Your mama is absolutely right, Ethan.

Everyone is the main character in their own story.”

He turned to look at me then.

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“Mia,” he said gently, already reaching for the apron strings behind his back, “I think I should go.’

“Thomas, wait-” I started, but Sophie’s laugh cut through my words like a knife through cake.

“Oh, don’t be so sensitive. And we haven’t finished the soufflé,” she said, her voice bright with false concern. “And you were doing so well with the whisking. For a beginner.”

The way she said ‘beginner’ made it sound like an insult.

Thomas stopped untying the apron and looked at her directly for the first time since her ‘supporting character’ comment. “Sophie.”

Something in his tone made all three children go very still.

“Yes?” Sophie’s voice was innocent, but her blue eyes glittered with the kind of anticipation that suggested she was enjoying this far more than she should have been.

“I’m curious,” Thomas said, his voice still perfectly controlled, still devastatingly polite. “What makes someone qualified to judge other people’s roles in life?”

Sophie’s smile widened, and she actually clapped her hands together like she’d just been offered her favorite treat. “Ah! Finally, a little backbone. I was beginning to think you were made entirely of vanilla pudding and good intentions.”

“Thomas, Sophie, please “I tried again, but they were like two actors who had found their rhythm and weren’t about to let the director interrupt their scene.

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“You want to know what qualifies me?” Sophie stood up, smoothing down her silk blouse with movements that managed to be both elegant and somehow threatening. “Experience, mon cher. I have watched many, many men orbit around beautiful women.”

She moved closer to Thomas, her heels clicking against my kitchen floor like a countdown.

Thomas’s face had gone very calm, very still. “And?”

“And it never works,” Sophie said simply. “Because proximity is not passion, mon cher. Convenience is not chemistry. And being the safe choice is not the same as being the only choice.”

She paused, studying his face like she was reading a particularly boring menu. “You know what you remind me of? A lovely beige cardigan. Soft, expensive, perfectly respectable. The kind of thing every woman should own but never gets excited about wearing.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, and for the first time since she’d started her attack, I caught a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Beige, am I?”

“Tragically beige,” Sophie confirmed with mock sympathy. “The kind of man who asks permission before kissing a woman goodnight. Who brings flowers on the second date-never the first, because that would be presumptuous-and always chooses the wine that pairs well with chicken.”

“I see.” Thomas’s voice was perfectly level, but there was something new there now, a sharpness that hadn’t been there before. “And what color would you be, Sophie? In this fascinating metaphor of yours?”

Sophie’s eyes sparked with delight, like he’d just accepted a challenge she’d been dying to issue. ” Scarlet, obviously. The kind of red that makes people look twice and remember where they were when they first saw it.”

“Scarlet,” Thomas repeated. “How appropriate.”

They stared at each other across my kitchen, the air between them crackling with the kind of tension that made the expensive pastries seem suddenly irrelevant.

In all the time I’d known Thomas, I had never seen anyone dismiss him so openly, for the fact that he was not someone you dismissed.

Thomas Wallace was six-foot-three of quiet authority wrapped in custom tailoring. His temperament was gentle, yes, but that gentleness came from a position of strength, not weakness. He was the kind of man who could crush you with a phone call and a few strategic words to the right people, but who chose kindness instead.

Sophie understood it perfectly and simply didn’t care.

“Tell me, Thomas,” Sophie continued, her voice like honey poured over glass, “do you know what

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the most tragic thing about beige is?”

Thomas’s smile was sharp enough to cut. “Please. Enlighten me.”

“It thinks it’s neutral,” Sophie said, circling him like a cat who’d found something interesting to play with. “It thinks it’s diplomatic, inoffensive, universally flattering. But the truth is, beige is the color of surrender. The color of giving up on being interesting in favor of being acceptable.”

She stopped directly in front of him, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. “The color of men who have convinced themselves that being safe is the same as being worthy.”

The kitchen fell silent except for the soft bubbling of forgotten soufflé on the stove.

Thomas studied Sophie’s face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. When he spoke, his voice was silk over steel.

“You know what I find interesting about scarlet, Sophie?”

“What’s that?” Her tone was light, playful.

“It’s the color of stop signs.” Thomas took a step closer, and suddenly Sophie had to crane her neck

even further back.

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