The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Mia's POVDaniel was online.I quickly switched back to Instagram, my heart hammering as I waited to see if he'd read my messages.The little "seen" notification appeared under my texts.Then the typing indicator showed up.Disappeared.Showed up again.I waited, barely breathing.Finally, a message appeared:Oh wow, yeah I remember now! It was definitely a few weeks ago. The guy... he was tall, expensive suit even though it was just a park day. He stayed pretty far away from you and the kids.I only got a glimpse of his face but something about him seemed familiar. I thought he was your husband, the owner of Paradise, right? Can't place it though. Maybe I'm just imagining things?Why do you ask? Everything okay?I stared at the message, my blood running cold.He's talking about Kyle.That sounded exactly like Kyle.But he might have gotten it wrong, or it could be Maxwell.But it could also describe any number of people. Maybe some random guy in the park.I typed back quickly:Just c

Mia's POVThe rest of the morning passed in a blur of phone calls and emails, trying to coordinate with contractors and city officials to meet Maxwell's impossible deadline. But part of my mind remained fixed on the preschool, wondering how my boys were handling their first day with Madison Whitmore.By pickup time, I was practically vibrating.Victoria and her daughter triggered my old patterns. I hate the script of “competing with another woman for a man's love.” One Taylor in my life is enough. Especially if someone like that wants to hurt my children, then they really shouldn't do that.I arrived at Bright Beginnings fifteen minutes early, parking in the same spot I'd used that morning. The luxury car was nowhere to be seen, but I found myself scanning the area anyway, looking for anything that seemed out of place.Other parents trickled in for pickup—familiar faces I'd seen dozens of times over the years. Sarah's mom with her yoga mat still slung over her shoulder. Jake's dad in

Mia's POV"I can be there in twenty minutes," Victoria said curtly. "I hope you've addressed the boys' behavior appropriately."My jaw clenched. She was already defending Madison before even hearing what happened."We'll discuss everything when you arrive," Ms. Rodriguez said diplomatically. "Thank you."After she hung up, Ms. Rodriguez turned to me. "Now I need to talk to Madison before her mother gets here. But given what the boys have told us..." She hesitated. "Would you mind if I spoke with her alone first? Sometimes children feel more comfortable without other parents present.""Actually, I'd prefer to be there," I said firmly. "This same little girl made false accusations against my boys at a my friend's wedding last week. I think it's important that I hear what she says."Ms. Rodriguez nodded understanding. "I get it. Let's keep it low-key though—I don't want her to feel like she's on trial."Madison was sitting at the art table drawing when Ms. Rodriguez approached. "Hey Madi

Mia's POVThe silence in the classroom stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap at any moment. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, especially my own boys watching from the corner with the kind of wide-eyed attention that told me they understood far more than they should.The weight of that realization hit me like a freight train.What the hell am I doing?Here I was, standing in my children's classroom, demanding that Thomas choose sides like some kind of dramatic reality TV show. Alexander and Ethan didn't need to see their mother having a public meltdown. They didn't need to witness adult drama playing out in their safe space.They'd already been through enough today.I took a deep breath, the kind I'd learned in those meditation apps I downloaded during the darkest days after Kyle left. In through the nose, hold for four counts, out through the mouth. My therapist from three years ago would be proud."You know what?" I said, my voice suddenly calmer, more controlled. "This isn't a

Mia's POVThe drive home was quiet except for the gentle hum of the car engine and the twins' occasional whispered conversations in the backseat. I kept checking them in the rearview mirror, watching for signs of lingering upset from their terrible day. But kids are resilient in ways that constantly amaze me. By the time we pulled into our parking garage, they were already debating whether Gas would prefer chicken or beef flavored treats when we got upstairs."Mama," Ethan said as I helped him out of his car seat, "my tummy feels funny."I knelt down to his level, studying his pale face. "Funny how, sweetheart? Like you're hungry, or like you might throw up?""Like... twisty," he said, pressing his small hands against his stomach. "Like when we went on that spinny ride at the fair.""It's going to be okay," I murmured, pulling him into a hug. "That twisty feeling will go away. It's just your body telling you that today was hard."Alexander slipped his hand into mine as we walked towar