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Chapter 472 Cobwebs
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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 472 Cobwebs
Mia's POV"There's a new club. In the Meatpacking District. Very exclusive. Very—" Sophie makes a gesture. Fingers splaying. "—young.""Young?""I need to adjust my hormones, darling." Sophie examines her nails. Perfect red. Perfectly manicured. "I've been surrounded by too much drama. Too much death. Too much—" She waves her hand. "—emotional complexity. I need something simple. Something uncomplicated.""Like a twenty-year-old with good abs?""Exactly like that." Sophie smiles. "Or two. I'm not picky."Scarlett laughs. That bright sound she makes when something genuinely amuses her. "I'm coming with you.""Of course you are.""I need it. " She makes a frustrated sound. "I need some, you know, good men. Real good ones."Sophie is nodding along. Understanding. "Men need to be trained. Like dogs. They need to understand that there are rules. Expectations.""I don't think Morton is a dog. He is a——""All men are dogs, Mia." Sophie cuts her off. "Some are better trained than others. That
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 471 The Girls
Mia's POVThe steam from my coffee curls up like lazy smoke from a forgotten cigarette. It hits the light from the kitchen window, turning gold for a split second before vanishing. I'm sitting at the counter, my fingers wrapped around the mug, feeling the heat seep into my palms.Sophie and Scarlett are across from me, their voices bouncing around like ping-pong balls in a small room. They're talking fast, overlapping each other, the way they always do when it's just us girls."...and I swear, that dress she wore to the gala? Honey, it was screaming 'desperate' from every seam. Like, who pairs sequins with velvet in November? It's not 1995." Sophie's laugh is sharp, like cracking ice.She's leaning forward, her elbows on the counter, her red nails tapping a rhythm on her own mug. Her hair's pulled back in a messy bun, strands escaping like they can't be contained, just like her.Scarlett snorts, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling. "Please. That wasn't desperate—that was delusional. I
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 470 His Something Precious
Kyle's POV"You should hurry," he says. Without looking at me. Just matter-of-fact. "The parking garage gets colder as the night progresses. The concrete acts as a heat sink. Mama will lose body temperature at approximately 0.3 degrees per minute without the car's heating system.""Thank you, Ethan.""You're welcome."He walks to his room. Closes the door. The sound of it is soft. Controlled. Very Ethan.I stand in the empty living room.The lamp with the crooked shade casts shadows on the wall. Long ones. Distorted. The shape of furniture made strange by angle and light.The apartment smells like them. Like Mia and the children. That particular combination of lavender fabric softener and something baking—cookies maybe, from earlier in the week—and dog and childhood and home.This is Mia's apartment. Her space.Back to the door. Down the hallway. Into the elevator that still smells faintly of our presence.The car is where I left it. Of course it is. She's still there.I can see her t
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 469 Her Favorite Scars
Kyle's POVThe parking garage is quiet.That particular underground silence where every sound gets swallowed by concrete. The tick of the engine cooling. The soft rustle of the children's clothing in the backseat. Gas shifting, her nails clicking against the leather seat.And Mia's breathing.Steady. Slow. The rhythm of someone who has let go of consciousness completely. Who trusts the space around her enough to fall this deep into sleep.I should wake her. Should say her name. Tap her shoulder. Something appropriate. Something that respects the distance she keeps between us.But I don't move.My hands are still on the steering wheel. Ten and two. Like I'm still driving. Like we haven't been parked for thirty seconds. Forty. A minute now.The lines.They spread across her hip like rivers on a map. Like the branches of a tree. Like cracks in old marble—the kind that doesn't diminish the stone but proves its age. Its survival.Silver against her skin. Pale. Almost iridescent in the dim
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 468 Her Favorite Scars
Kyle's POVThe key slides into the ignition. Metal on metal. That specific sound of precise German engineering. The engine starts—smooth, quiet, the kind of purr that costs more than most people's annual salary.I adjust the rearview mirror.In the mirror, I can see all three children. Alexander is clutching the pink elephant. Madison has her seatbelt on already—always the first one buckled. Ethan is looking out the window at something I can't see.Mia opens the passenger door. The interior light comes on. That soft yellow glow that makes everything look warmer than it is.She slides in. The leather creaks slightly as she settles into the seat. Her hand reaches for the seatbelt—automatic motion, muscle memory—and I hear the click as it locks into place.The door closes. The light fades.I should start driving.My hand is on the gear shift. Ready to put the car in reverse. But I'm not moving yet because Mia is adjusting something. Her jacket. She's pulling it off. The fabric rustling.
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 467 After you.
Mia's POV"You liked me. The same way that girl just—"He stops."Didn't you?"The question hangs in the air between us.His thumb is still moving on my wrist. Those circles. Steady. Relentless. Grounding me to this moment even as my brain is trying to escape it.I can feel the warmth of his skin seeping into mine. Can feel the way my pulse is probably visible to him now. Can feel how my breathing has changed—shorter, shallower, like I can't quite get enough air into my lungs.The fluorescent light above us flickers again. On. Off. On. Casting his face in strange shadows for half a second before the light stabilizes.In that brief darkness, his eyes look almost black.Then the light returns and they're gray again. But different. Knowing.Like he can see right through me. Through all the years and distance and carefully constructed walls. See straight back to seventeen-year-old Mia sitting three rows behind him in European History. Drawing his hands in the margins of her notes. Memoriz
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