All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Mia's POVThe hot water cascaded down my back, washing away the chaos of the day. Bits of cheese from the restaurant, playground dirt, and the general exhaustion of managing two four-year-olds for an entire afternoon swirled down the drain. I let myself stand there for an extra minute, just breathing.When I finally emerged from the bathroom in my soft cotton pajamas, the apartment was blissfully quiet. Thomas had worked his magic again.I padded barefoot down the hallway, peeking into the twins' room. Alexander was sprawled across his bed like a starfish, one arm dangling off the side, mouth slightly open. Ethan had somehow managed to cocoon himself completely in his blankets, only the top of his dark hair visible.Thomas sat in the chair between their beds, reading something on his phone with the screen dimmed to its lowest setting. He looked up as I appeared in the doorway, giving me that soft smile that never failed to make my heart skip."They went down easy," he whispered, stand

Mia's POVI picked up the necklace, feeling its weight in my palm. The diamonds caught the morning light, casting tiny rainbows on the bedroom wall like some kind of cosmic disco ball.Why was I even thinking about this?It was just a necklace. Beautiful, yes, but ultimately just jewelry. It had no magic powers, no special mojo. It was just... pretty. Really, really pretty.And it would look absolutely perfect with the outfit I was wearing today.Before I could talk myself out of it, I fastened the necklace around my neck. The star-shaped pendant fell perfectly at the base of my throat.I caught my reflection in the mirror and paused. The woman staring back at me looked polished, professional, ready to conquer the architectural world. The necklace added just the right touch of elegance without being too flashy."It's just a business meeting," I told my reflection firmly. "Just work."My phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: Knock 'em dead today. Love you.I smiled, typing back: Will d

Mia's POV"Mind if I steal Mia for a moment?" he asked Thomas. "I need to practice my speech, and she's always been my best audience.""Of course," Thomas smiled. "Just bring her back before the dancing starts."Nate led me to a quieter corner of the ballroom, near the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the gardens."Nervous?" I asked, noting the slight tension in his shoulders."Terrified," he admitted with a self-deprecating laugh."You'll be fine," I assured him. "Just speak from the heart.""They really are perfect together." Nate continued quietly.There was something wistful in his voice that made my chest tighten. We'd never really talked about his dating life since he'd moved back to New York. I knew he went out occasionally, but nothing serious, nothing that lasted."You'll find it," I said gently. "The right person is out there."He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Maybe. Or maybe some of us are meant to be the matchmaker instead of the match."Before

Mia's POVI held my sons close, their small bodies against mine as other parents began to disperse, the drama officially over."Mama, are you okay?" Ethan asked softly, his small hand patting my cheek."I'm fine, sweetheart," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just making sure you two are okay.""We're okay," Alexander said firmly. "But that girl was mean, and her mom was meaner.""Sometimes people have bad days," I said diplomatically."There you are."Thomas's voice came from behind me. I turned to see him approaching with two glasses of champagne and an apologetic smile."Sorry I disappeared," he said, handing me one of the glasses. "I ran into an old friend and got caught up in conversation. Everything is okay?"I took a sip of champagne, using the moment to compose myself. "Just a little playground drama. Nothing serious."Thomas studied my face with those perceptive brown eyes. "You sure? You look upset.""Really, it's fine," I insisted. "Just some kid drama that got blown out of proport

Mia's POVI sat in the dimly lit car, staring at him—the man who had been a constant presence in our lives for the past four years.Steady. Reliable. Full of love.These were qualities Kyle had never possessed, at least not in the way Thomas offered them. Thomas had given me everything I had ever imagined about the security of love, and I had been greedily indulging in it.If my relationship with Thomas were to become like the one I had with Kyle—filled with insecurity, chaos, and unbearable pain—would I still love Thomas?The thought made my stomach clench with shame. Am I a shameless person? I dared not face these thoughts."Mia," Thomas said again, his voice gentle but insistent. "Please. Talk to me."I looked at him. His kind brown eyes were creased with concern, his hand reaching across the console toward mine. This was Thomas. The man who had held my hair back when I had morning sickness during those early days with the twins. Who had taught Alexander and Ethan how to tie their