The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 About Eating Shit Twice

Mia’s POV

Scarlett’s face filled my phone screen, her red hair spread across what was definitely Morton’s pillow. She was wearing his shirt. I could tell by the way the collar sat too wide on her shoulders, the sleeves rolled up three times to show her hands.

“About Morton?” I said again.

She bit her lip. A gesture I’d seen a thousand times before, usually right before she said something she knew would get a reaction.

“Do you remember,” I started, unable to help myself, “that post you made? About two years ago?”

Her eyes went wide. “Mia, no-

“The one that said, and I quote, ‘Any woman who gets back together with her ex-husband is literally eating shit she already ate.””

Scarlett’s face turned the same color as her hair. “I was angry. I was drunk. I was-”

“Eating shit for breakfast?” I smiled. “Lunch? Dinner? All three meals?”

“Mia Williams, you are the worst best friend in the entire world.”

“I’m just asking questions. Perfectly reasonable questions. Like, for instance, what does shit taste like the second time around? Is it better? Worse? Does it have that reheated quality, you know, like leftover pizza that’s never quite the same?”

“I hate you.”

“You love me. And you owe me answers.” I took a sip of my coffee. “Start talking.”

Scarlett groaned and buried her face in the pillow. When she looked back up, her expression had shifted. Something softer underneath the embarrassment.

“It just happened,” she said quietly.

“Things don’t just happen. Especially not with Morton. That man plans his grocery lists three weeks in advance.”

“He showed up at my apartment last week. Just appeared at my door looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was a mess. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Mia. Morton doesn’t wear t-shirts.”

“What did he want?”

“He said he was tired of pretending he didn’t still love me.” Scarlett’s voice got smaller. “He said

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he’d spent two years trying to move on and he couldn’t do it anymore. He said watching me at dinner the other night, seeing me laugh with Sophie and help with the kids and just exist in the world without him-it broke something.”

I watched her face as she talked. The way her eyes went soft around the edges, the small smile that kept trying to form even as she fought it down.

“What did you say?”

“I told him to leave. That we’d already tried this and it didn’t work and going backwards never works.

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“But?”

“But he kissed me anyway.” She touched her lips with her fingertips.

From the living room came the sound of Alexander’s laughter, high and bright over the cartoon voices. Gas barked once, probably at something on screen.

“Scar,” I said gently.

“I know what you’re going to say. That I’m being stupid. That I’m setting myself up to get hurt again. That Morton and I have fundamental incompatibilities that won’t magically disappear just because we still have feelings for each other.”

“I wasn’t going to say any of that.”

She looked surprised. “You weren’t?”

“I was going to ask if you’re happy.”

The question seemed to catch her off guard. She blinked, her mouth opening and closing like she was trying out different answers to see which one fit.

“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I think I might be. Which is terrifying.”

“Why terrifying?”

“Because last time I was happy with Morton, it ended with me crying in a courthouse while lawyers divided up our life like it was a pie.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Because I’m scared of wanting something this much again.”

I understood that fear. The kind that lived in your chest and made it hard to breathe, the kind that whispered that happiness was temporary and pain was guaranteed and reaching for good things was just setting yourself up for the fall.

“You know what’s funny?” I said.

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“What?”

“I’m going to have to be your bridesmaid again, aren’t I? You realize this makes two times?”

Scarlett laughed, the sound watery but genuine. “We’re not getting married again. This is just… I don’t know what this is.”

“It’s eating shit,” I said cheerfully. “High-quality, organic, free-range shit, but shit nonetheless.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I’m honest. There’s a difference.”

She wiped her eyes, smudging the mascara that was already smudged from whatever had happened between her and Morton yesterday. “What about you and Thomas?”

The question hung between us like morning fog.

“We’re taking a break,” I picked at a chip in my coffee mug. “He needs time to figure out what he wants. And I need time to figure out what I can give him.”

Scarlett was quiet for a moment. In the background of her video, I could see Morton’s bedroom-the same bedroom I’d been in dozens of times during their marriage, back when they hosted dinner parties and everything seemed perfect from the outside.

“Sophie told me things,” Scarlett said finally. “About Kyle. About what he’s been doing the past four years.”

“What kind of things?”

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