All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Mia's POVThursday morning arrived with an unexpected drizzle. I stood by the kitchen window, coffee in hand, watching raindrops trace patterns down the glass. The twins had already left for preschool with my mother, who had insisted on taking them so I could prepare for my important meeting."It's just another client," I reminded myself, though the strange feeling hadn't left me since I'd first heard Maxwell's name.I spent the morning reviewing the property details one last time. The estate was truly magnificent—a sprawling property that had belonged to the Maxwell family for generations. Now apparently owned by a reclusive heir who wanted to transform it into something new while preserving its historical significance.My phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: Good luck today. Call me after?I smiled, typing back: Will do. Dinner still on?His response came immediately: Absolutely. The boys are excited about helping make pasta.By noon, I was dressed in my standard client-meeting atti

Mia's POV"Mom, you're doing it again," Alexander said, tugging at my sleeve.I blinked, realizing I'd been staring blankly at the half-made breakfast on the counter. The eggs sat in the bowl, whisk abandoned mid-stir. How long had I been standing there?"Sorry, sweetie. Just thinking about work." I forced a smile and resumed whisking."Your thinking face is scary," Ethan observed from his perch at the breakfast bar. "You look like Gas when he sees the vacuum cleaner."Alexander nodded solemnly. "And you keep checking your phone. Is it broken?"I glanced down at my phone, which I'd checked no fewer than fifteen times in the past hour. No new messages from the mysterious Jackson Maxwell. Just the formal email from his assistant confirming our next meeting next week."My phone is fine," I assured them, pouring the eggs into the heated pan. "Just expecting some important work emails."The twins exchanged a look. I recognized it immediately: They didn't believe me."Is Thomas coming for d

Mia's POV"Not formally?" Scarlett's eyebrows shot up as she set down her wine glass. "What exactly does that mean, Mia?"I pushed the remnants of my tiramisu around the plate, suddenly finding the deconstructed layers fascinating. "We've talked about the future in general terms. He's mentioned 'when we live together' a few times.""That's not a proposal," Scarlett said flatly. "That's real estate planning."I laughed despite myself. "Not everyone needs the grand gesture, Scar.""My brother is the king of grand gestures! Remember when he flew that string quartet to Hong Kong just to play at the opening of his gallery?""That was for work," I reminded her."Still," she insisted, leaning forward with that intense look I knew so well. "Four years is a long time, Mia. You two are practically married already—he has his own drawer at your place, he cooks dinner with the twins, he's teaching them how to use compasses, for god's sake."I smiled at the memory of yesterday's "expedition" throug

Mia's POV"Mom, why can't we bring the rocket launcher?" Alexander asked, his lower lip jutting out in the signature pout he'd perfected over his four years of life.I sighed, reaching for my fourth cup of coffee. "Because it's not a real rocket launcher, sweetie. It's a paper towel roll covered in aluminum foil. And because the last time you brought it to the park, you hit Mrs. Goldstein's poodle.""That was an accident," he muttered, crossing his arms.Ethan, ever the peacemaker, patted his brother's shoulder. "We can bring the compass Uncle Thomas gave us instead. We can explore like real adventurers."My heart warmed at the mention of Thomas. He'd been gone for three days on a business trip to Chicago, overseeing the installation of his latest gallery exhibition. I missed him more than I wanted to admit."That's a great idea, Ethan," I said, packing sunscreen, water bottles, snacks, band-aids, extra clothes, and all the other essentials needed for an outing with two adventurous bo

Mia's POVI finally looked up at our savior, a thank you on my lips.The words died in my throat.Jackson Maxwell stood before me."Ms. Williams," he said, recognition dawning in his expression. "This is unexpected.""Mr. Maxwell," I managed, my voice steadier than I felt.Ethan had scrambled down from the climbing structure and pressed against my side, looking curiously between me and the stranger."You know each other?" Alexander asked, still seemingly unfazed by his brush with injury."Mr. Maxwell is a client of mine," I explained, finally finding my voice. "He... he hired me to design a project for him."Jackson smiled, and for a moment, the resemblance to Kyle was so acute it stole my breath again."Please, call me Jackson," he said, extending his hand to Alexander. "And what's your name, young mountaineer?""I'm Alexander James Williams," my son announced proudly, shaking the offered hand with surprising formality. "And that's my brother Ethan Edward Williams. We're twins. And t