Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

Mia's POVTo be honest, I'd never really thought about whether Maxwell was married or single. These wealthy people are incredibly protective of their privacy, and frankly, it wasn't any of my business.So hearing about his "engagement" now made me feel awkward as hell.I cleared my throat and forced a professional smile. "Congratulations on your engagement," I said, hoping my voice sounded appropriately enthusiastic. "Should we perhaps reschedule today's meeting? I completely understand if you need to handle personal matters."Maxwell's response surprised me. He didn't hesitate for even a second."No," he said firmly, his voice carrying an edge I hadn't heard before. He turned toward Margaret, who was still hovering uncertainly in the doorway. "Tell Miss Field that I'm in an important business meeting. She'll need to wait."The way he spoke made it sound like his fiancée was nothing more than an annoying interruption. Like she was just another item on his to-do list that he couldn't b

Mia's POVThe hostess led us through the dimly lit dining room, past tables of business executives and well-dressed couples, to a corner booth with burgundy leather seating. Alexander's eyes were wide as he took in the dark wood paneling and the massive steaks being delivered to nearby tables."Mama," Ethan said as we settled into our seats, "this place smells like success."I laughed, adjusting his little tie. "What does success smell like, baby?""Like expensive meat," he said solemnly."And leather," Alexander added, running his small hands over the booth.The waiter appeared beside our table, professional and patient despite having two very excited four-year-olds as customers."Good evening," he said with a warm smile. "Welcome to Smith & Wollensky. Can I start you folks off with something to drink?""Chocolate milk!" Alexander announced immediately."Two chocolate milks," I confirmed. "And I'll have a glass of the house red wine.""Very good. And have you had a chance to look at

Mia's POVWe didn't linger on the topic of Madison for too long.The children were smarter than I had imagined, and I didn't want to give them the wrong impression or hint at anything that might worry them further.The conversation moved on to lighter topics after that. The boys finished most of their enormous steaks, declared themselves "too full for dessert but maybe just a little ice cream," and charmed our waiter with their impeccable manners and enthusiastic thank-yous.By the time we got home, they were practically falling asleep in the car."Best dinner ever, Mama," Alexander mumbled as I helped him into his pajamas."The happy cow was delicious," Ethan added.I kissed both their foreheads and settled into the chair between their beds for a few minutes, watching them drift off to sleep.My phone buzzed with a text. Scarlett."Drinks tomorrow night? I need to talk to someone sane. Please say yes. I'm buying."I frowned at the message. Then I typed back: "Of course. Everything ok

**Mia's POV**I turned around slowly. The alcohol in my system wasn't helping my mood.Standing behind me was a woman about my age. She wore a shiny black dress.I didn't recognize her immediately. But something about her posture felt familiar.Hands on hips. Chin tilted up in judgment. "Sorry," I said, keeping my voice level. "But who are you?"Her face twisted with indignation. "You don't know who I am?"She spoke like she expected me to bow down. Like she was some kind of celebrity instead of just another entitled woman.I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. My patience was already gone after tonight's drama."Should I?" I asked bluntly.She looked genuinely shocked. Like the possibility that someone might not recognize her was impossible."I'm Ketty," she announced. Like this should change everything.The name clicked. Ketty Morrison.Taylor's faithful sidekick from high school. One of the girls who followed Taylor around like a puppy.She used to laugh at Taylor's cruel jokes. Sh

**Mia's POV**Thomas remained silent for a moment, simply holding me tightly in his arms."I know," he finally whispered."I miss you so much." His hand found mine under the blanket, and our fingers naturally intertwined."I miss you too," I said softly."Thomas, I was with Scarlett today, and we ran into Morton," I said.There was no response for a long time. I waitedI turned my head and saw that Thomas had fallen asleep againHis breathing was already growing slower, deeper. His face looked peaceful in the dim light filtering through the curtains. The tension lines around his eyes had smoothed out.I leaned against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Outside, the rain had finally stopped. The only sound was the occasional drip of water from the fire escape onto the courtyard below.I fell asleep quickly, wrapped in Thomas's warmth.When I woke up, it was already late. Sunlight was streaming through the bedroom windows, and I could hear voices from the kitch