The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins

Mia's POV"Congratulations," Dr. Ray said with a gentle smile, "you're pregnant."I blinked rapidly, trying to focus. Her smile never wavered as she guided my attention to the screen, pointing to two tiny dots pulsing in sync.“Twins,” she added. “You’re having twins.”Twins? I couldn't even grasp the reality of being pregnant. I had been so careful—so cautious. The pills Kyle had insisted I take every single day were supposed to prevent this. We had a contract—one that explicitly forbade a pregnancy. That was the deal, after all.“I… I’ve been taking the pills,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands shook, and I placed them on the edge of the examination table, trying to steady myself.Dr. Ray glanced at me with a slight frown. “If you've been taking them regularly. Are you sure you've been consistent?”I hesitated, unsure. My memory was hazy. There had been moments when I had been distracted. “I…” My voice cracked, and I shook my head. “I’m not sure.”Dr. Ray’s expressio

Mia's POVThe morning sickness hit me as soon as I woke up. I barely made it to the bathroom in time. Dark circles under my eyes. Pale skin. I had to look better than this. I couldn't let anyone at work suspect anything.Linda was waiting for me when I arrived at the office. "Are you feeling better?""Yes, much better." I forced a smile. Linda watched me carefully, but didn't push.Linda’s expression as neutral as ever, holding out two cups of coffee. “He asked for these,” she murmured, her tone professional, yet I could sense a hint of pity in her eyes.My stomach churned at the thought of coffee, but I nodded. "Sure."I balanced the two cups carefully. Two cups. My heart sank. I already knew who the second one was for.When I pushed open Kyle's office door, Taylor was perched on the edge of his desk. She wore a tight red dress that probably cost more than my monthly salary. Her perfectly manicured hand rested on Kyle's shoulder."Oh, look who it is," Taylor's voice dripped honey. "H

Kyle's POVI couldn't focus on work. The image of Mia with that man kept playing in my mind. Jeo Parker. Even his name irritated me."Linda," I called through the intercom. "Get me everything you can find on Jeo Parker.""The designer?" Linda's voice was carefully neutral. "Right away, sir."I loosened my tie. The office felt too hot. What would Mia be doing at his design firm? Would she be alone with him? Would they work late together? Artists do that sort of thing, don't they?The thought of them in his studio made my jaw clench. Would he teach her how to hold a brush? Would his hands touch hers? Would they work on portraits? Would she pose for him?I yanked my tie completely off. The images wouldn't stop. Mia smiling at him the way she used to smile at me. Mia staying late at his studio. Mia letting him get too close."Stop it," I muttered, pouring myself a drink. This was purely professional concern. Nothing more. Mia was my wife. On paper, at least. I had a right to know about he

Mia's POVWhite ceiling. Antiseptic smell. The steady beep of monitors."Her blood pressure is concerningly low. If she continues to neglect her health, she could lose the babies.""What did you just say?" Scarlett's sharp voice cut through my haziness. "Babies?"I opened my eyes to see my best friend's shocked face. Her red hair was messy, like she'd rushed here straight from bed. Jeo stood by the window, his worried eyes meeting mine."You're pregnant?" Scarlett demanded. "And you didn't tell me?"The doctor excused herself, leaving us alone. Scarlett waited until the door closed before exploding." And you've been working yourself to death? With twins?" She ran her hands through her hair. "God, I could kill him!""Scar—""Don't 'Scar' me!" She turned to Jeo. "And you! You've been carrying a torch for her since college, now watching her waste away in that sham marriage—""Scarlett!" I tried to sit up."What? Like it's some big secret?" She snorted. "Everyone knew. Everyone except yo

Mia's POV My world tilted on its axis as I stared at the medical report in my trembling hands. This couldn't be right. The dates, the details - everything was wrong. Three months? That was impossible. I'd only discovered my pregnancy two weeks ago. The black text seemed to swim before my eyes, each word a fresh blow to my racing heart. The study felt smaller somehow, the walls closing in as Kyle's presence loomed larger than life. The lamp on his desk cast shadows across his face, making his expression even more terrifying. I could hear my own shallow breathing in the thick silence. "Kyle," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the thick tension of his study. "This isn't... this can't be..." "Can't be what?" His voice cut through the air like steel, each word precise and deadly. "Can't be true? Can't be discovered?" He stood behind his desk, shoulders rigid, knuckles white where they gripped the polished wood. The veins in his hands stood out, betraying his barely contained r