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Chapter 485 Seven Years
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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 485 Seven Years
Mia's POVThe car stops.Not the gentle deceleration of arriving home—the familiar turn into my building's garage, the echo of tires against concrete, the security light flickering overhead. This is different. The engine dies with a soft sigh, and then there's silence. The particular silence of somewhere that isn't meant for parking.I open my eyes.Water.Through the windshield, past the hood of Kyle's car, past the low concrete barrier, there's water. The Hudson River, black and endless, reflecting the lights of New Jersey like scattered diamonds on velvet. The city skyline rises behind us—I can feel it more than see it, that particular weight of Manhattan at your back, all those millions of lives stacked on top of each other.My head is clearer now. Still heavy, still wrapped in cotton, but the sharp edges of reality are starting to poke through. The nausea has settled into something manageable. My mouth tastes like champagne and regret.The driver's door opens.Cool air rushes in.
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 484 October
Mia's POVDid I fall asleep in Kyle's car?My eyes are closed, but I can still hear sounds. The soft hum of the engine. The whisper of tires against wet pavement. Something classical playing very low on the stereo—strings, maybe, or piano, the notes blurring together like watercolors.I try to open my eyes. Fail. Try again. My lids feel weighted, sewn shut by exhaustion and champagne and whatever that shot was called. The Bad Decision. How fitting.I shift in my seat, adjusting my position, and my stomach lurches—a warning. The nausea hasn't fully passed. It's still there, coiled and patient, waiting for the wrong movement."You're uncomfortable."Oh. That's Kyle's voice. Low and close and somehow both question and statement at once.I should nod. I think I do. My head feels disconnected from my neck, floating somewhere above my body. I'm not sure the motion actually happens.Something changes. A mechanical whir. Cool air suddenly rushing against my face—he's lowered the window. The n
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 483 Or maybe: kiss me
Mia's POVMy stomach lurches.The words stop.Kyle's expression shifts—concern cutting through everything else like a blade through silk. His body responds before his brain catches up, spinning me around, gathering my hair in one smooth motion, pulling it back from my face just as—Everything comes up.The champagne. The shots. The Amnesia and the Bad Decision and all the feelings I was trying to drown tonight. Splashing onto the pavement in waves that seem to last forever. My body convulsing. My eyes streaming. My dignity dying a very public death on the sidewalk outside Daniel's club.Kyle doesn't move. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't make a single sound of disgust.His hands stay in my hair—gentle now, so gentle, holding the strands away from my face like they're something precious. His body stays warm behind me, solid and steady, close enough that I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. His voice stays low and even—"That's it. Just let it out. I've got you.""I'm—" Heave. "—ruining
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 482 Don'd push me away
Mia's POV"My stupid what?""Face." I'm glaring at him now. Or trying to. It's hard to glare when the world won't stay still. "Your stupid face. I hate your face."Something flickers across that stupid face. Almost a smile. Almost."You hate my face.""Yes." I push at his chest. Both hands. All my strength.He doesn't move. Not an inch. It's like pushing at a wall. A warm, breathing, cologne-scented wall. My palms flatten against the fabric of his coat, and underneath—underneath I can feel the heat of him bleeding through. The solid plane of muscle. The steady rhythm of something that might be his heartbeat, or might be mine, or might be the bass still echoing in my blood."I hate it," I say again. Weaker this time. "I hate—""Careful—"My heel catches on something. A crack. A pebble. The earth itself betraying me. The world tips sideways, gravity suddenly remembering I exist, and I'm falling—Loss of control in slow motion. The streetlight streaking across my vision like a comet. The
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 481 My stupid what?
Mia's POVDaniel's grip on me loosens. His whole body loosens—I can feel it, the way the tension drains out of him like someone pulled a plug."Mr. Branson." His voice is different now. Smaller. The confident club owner dissolving back into something younger, something that remembers being fired from Paradise four years ago. "I didn't realize you were—I was just about to call her a car—""That won't be necessary."Four words. Polite. Quiet. Absolutely terrifying.Daniel's arm drops from my waist so fast I sway. The night tilts. The streetlights smear across my vision like wet paint."She's had a lot to drink," Daniel says. Backing away already. One step. Two. "But she's fine. She was fine. We took care of her. Sophie and Scarlett are upstairs, they're staying in the guest rooms, I have security, everything is—""Daniel."Just his name. Just that. But Daniel stops talking like someone pressed mute."Thank you," Kyle says. "For looking after her. You can go now."It's not a suggestion.
The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 480 "I'll take her."
Mia's POVThe screen goes dark.Time stops making sense after the fourth champagne.Or the fifth. Or the shot that Marcos slides across the table with that smile—the one that promises nothing good and everything fun."This one's called Amnesia," he says."That seems like a warning," I say."That seems like a promise," Sophie corrects, and we all drink.The world softens at the edges. The bass becomes less a sound and more a feeling—something that lives inside my chest, syncing with my heartbeat until I can't tell where the music ends and I begin. The lights are prettier now. The purple bleeds into pink bleeds into gold bleeds into something that doesn't have a name. Like the club is breathing. Like we're all inside some giant, glittering creature, and it's swallowing us whole.Sophie is dancing on the couch. When did Sophie get on the couch? Her heels are somewhere else—abandoned, forgotten—and her hair has come undone from its perfect chignon, spilling down her back in dark waves. Sh
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