The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384 Disconnected from reality

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Chapter 384 Disconnected from reality

Mia’s POV

“How did you get in here?” I asked, my voice still hoarse with sleep and shock.

Kyle held up a key between his fingers, the metal catching the pale moonlight filtering through my

windows.

My spare key. The one I kept hidden under the loose brick in the building’s front garden.

“Seriously? You broke into my apartment?”

“I knocked,” Kyle said, his voice carrying that particular tone he used when he was being deliberately reasonable about something unreasonable. “Multiple times. No one answered. I thought maybe you were hurt, or-” He paused, studying my face in the dim light. “Old habits. You always kept a spare key in the same place.”

The wine was still making everything feel slightly disconnected from reality, like I was watching this

conversation happen to someone else.

Kyle sat in my reading chair. The chair where I curled up with architecture books and hot tea on Sunday mornings. He acted like he belonged there.

Like the past four year were just a misunderstanding we could clear up over coffee.

“You look like a ghost,” I said. “A ghost who breaks into people’s homes. That’s a new low, even for

you.”

Kyle’s mouth quirked upward. “Technically, I used a key. Breaking and entering requires actual

breaking.”

I stared at him. “Did you just make a joke? Are you seriously making jokes right now?”

“Would you prefer if I brooded dramatically in the shadows? I could do that instead.” He shifted in the chair. “Though the brooding might be more effective if I hadn’t been caught sitting in your living

room like a stalker.”

This version of Kyle was unsettling. Something lighter. Almost playful. Play with death.

“Sophie told me about the doctor,” I said, because I needed to say something and talking about his mysterious midnight presence felt too complicated. “Dr. Norbu. From Tibet.”

“Sophie’s enthusiasm is admirable. Her grasp of medical reality is… less so.”

“She thinks he can help you.”

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“Sophie thinks a lot of things. She also thinks that chocolate has feelings and that my immune system can be negotiated with through proper feng shui.” Kyle leaned back in the chair, his head tilting against the cushion. “Though I admit, her heart is in the right place.”

I watched him in the pale light. “You don’t believe in alternative medicine.”

“I believe in evidence. Not in mystic healers who claim they can cure autoimmune diseases with meditation and herbal teas.”

My wine glass sat on the coffee table between us, still holding the last inch of red wine I’d been drinking when I fell asleep. Kyle’s attention drifted to it.

Without asking permission, he leaned forward and picked up the glass.

“Kyle-”

He took a sip, his eyes closing as he tasted it. “Cabernet. From the Napa Valley, probably 2018. Good choice. Though it’s a little warm for proper appreciation.”

I watched him take another small sip, his throat working as he swallowed.

The gesture was so casual, so normal, that for a moment I forgot he was supposed to be dying.

“Are you trying to accelerate the process?” I asked.

Kyle opened his eyes, looking at me over the rim of my wine glass. “The process?”

“Your death.”

“Probably not,” Kyle agreed cheerfully, taking another sip. “But at this point, what’s the worst that could happen?”

He gestured vaguely around my living room, taking in the evidence of the evening’s dinner party- the scattered wine glasses, the candles burned down to stubs, the general disorder that came from too many people sharing too small a space.

“You had a party,” he observed.

“Dinner. Sophie decided to cook, and things got complicated.”

“Things usually do, with Sophie.” Kyle’s mouth quirked upward again. “How many people did she feed?”

“Seven adults, three children. She bought my building’s community room and turned it into a professional kitchen.”

Kyle shook his head. “She means well.”

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1 pulled my legs up under me on the couch, wrapping the throw blanket more tightly around my shoulders. The apartment felt smaller with Kyle in it, the air somehow thicker.

“Why are you here?” I asked. “Really. It’s past midnight.”

“I wanted to see you,” he said simply.

“And you thought breaking in was the best approach?”

“I thought knocking first was the polite approach. Breaking in was plan B.”

He took only one sip of wine, yet his words sounded like those of a drunkard.

“Kyle.”

“Yes?”

“You can’t just show up in people’s homes uninvited. It’s called stalking.”

“I prefer to think of it as persistent romantic interest.”

“It’s stalking.”

“Noted.” Kyle reached for the wine glass again, then seemed to think better of it. “Though technically, we’re still legally married. Doesn’t that give me some kind of visiting rights?”

“We’re divorced.”

We sat in silence.

Kyle made a sound that might have been a laugh or a sob.

And he said.

“Will take whatever time it takes. But until then, I want to be here. With you, with the children.”

I’d never been particularly smart when it came to Kyle.

“Okay,” I said quietly,

Kyle went very still. “Okay?”

“And you see Sophie’s doctor.”

Kyle nodded. “I’ll see him.”

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