The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Mia's POV"One last check of the discharge papers, Mrs. Branson, and you'll be all set to go home," Dr. Matthews said, her practiced smile not quite hiding the concern in her eyes. "Remember, the twins still need frequent monitoring. The home health nurse will visit daily for the first week, then we'll reassess."I nodded, scanning the stack of papers before me—medical instructions, follow-up appointments, warning signs to watch for, emergency contacts. So many details to remember, so many things that could go wrong."Are you sure they're ready?" I asked for what must have been the fifth time that morning. Though Alexander and Ethan had made remarkable progress in the six weeks since their birth, they still seemed so small, so fragile."They've met all our criteria for discharge—consistent weight gain, stable temperature, successful feeding, no apnea episodes for over a week. They're ready, Mia. And so are you."I glanced over at my sons, nestled in their identical car seats. Alexande

Mia's POVThe Branson Estate looked exactly the same on the outside. It's always imposing, elegant, with manicured grounds that seemed to defy the lingering chill of early spring. I sat in the car for several minutes, staring at the grand entrance where I'd first arrived as Kyle's wife nearly four years ago."Mrs. Branson?" The driver's voice broke through my thoughts. "Would you like me to wait?""Yes, please," I replied, gathering my courage. "This shouldn't take long."I turned to check on the twins in their matching car seats. Both were sleeping peacefully after their morning feeding. The doctor had assured me that a short outing would be fine, but I still felt anxious bringing them out so soon after their homecoming."We'll just be a few minutes," I whispered to them. "Mommy needs to check something."With a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. The familiar chime echoed inside, bringing a rush of memories. Kyle loosening his tie as he walked through the door. Late night conversation

Mia's POVThe alarm chimed precisely at 5:00 AM, and I silenced it with a practiced tap before it could complete its first ring. My morning ritual began as it always did—fifteen minutes of meditation, thirty minutes on the Peloton, a quick shower, and exactly twenty-three minutes to dress, apply my minimal makeup, and arrange my hair into a sleek chignon.By 6:15 AM, I stood in my kitchen, scrolling through email notifications on my tablet while the espresso machine hummed. My calendar for the day glowed on the screen: 8:00 AM presentation to the board of Leblanc & Williams Architects (our Paris-based partnership had officially expanded to New York two years ago), 10:30 AM site visit to the Chelsea wellness center, 1:00 PM lunch with the editor of Architectural Digest (they wanted to feature our latest sustainable luxury project), 3:00 PM video conference with our Tokyo clients, and then I saw—"Alexander James Williams! Ethan Edward Williams! Get in here right now!"My carefully orde

Mia's POVThe boys immediately forgot their questions, racing to the door. "Thomas! Thomas! What's our surprise?"I followed more slowly, my heart still heavy from their questions. Four years, and it didn't get easier.Thomas stood in the doorway, his tall frame bent down to the boys' level as he pretended to search his pockets. "Surprise? Did I mention a surprise? I can't seem to remember..."Their giggles filled the apartment as he finally produced two small boxes from his jacket."Careful," he warned as they tore into the packages. "These are special."Inside each box was a child-sized compass on a sturdy cord. "For our adventure tomorrow," Thomas explained, showing them how the needles always pointed north.The twins were delighted, immediately testing their new treasures by walking in different directions around the apartment.Thomas straightened up, his smile warming as it met mine. "Ready for dinner? The reservation's at 7:30.""Just need to grab my purse," I replied, touched b

Mia's POVThomas stayed the night, as he had increasingly over the past year. There was something comfortable about waking up next to him.Morning came too quickly, sunlight streaming through the windows I'd forgotten to close. Thomas was already up, preparing coffee in the kitchen with the ease of someone familiar with the space."Morning," he smiled, handing me a steaming mug. "Sleep well?""Better than I have in weeks," I admitted, accepting the coffee gratefully. "Though I missed the usual 6 AM wake-up call of two small humans jumping on my bed.""They'll be home soon enough," he reminded me, dropping a kiss on my forehead. "Enjoy the peace while it lasts."My phone chimed with a text from my mother: Boys had breakfast, now at park with puppies. Home by noon.I showed Thomas the message. "See? The calm before the storm."He laughed, moving to gather his things. "I should head out—meeting at the gallery at 9. Dinner tomorrow? I'll cook.""Sounds perfect," I agreed.After Thomas lef