The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Mia's POVI woke up because I had to pee.My bladder felt like it was about to burst, a consequence of drinking too much wine at that goddamn cruise party. The taste in my mouth was stale and metallic.Thomas and I had fallen asleep on the sofa. We were both exhausted. His arm still wrapped around me.I tried to move carefully, not wanting to wake him, but the moment I shifted my weight, every muscle in my body protested. The expensive dress I was still wearing had twisted around my legs, the fabric wrinkled and uncomfortable against my skin.As I stood up slowly, I caught a whiff of myself and nearly gagged.I smelled really bad.Like a combination of spilled wine, expensive perfume that had gone rancid, and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke from the cruise ship. My hair felt greasy and flat against my scalp, and I could feel the sticky residue of makeup caked on my face.Thomas was still sound asleep, his dark hair falling across his forehead. His tie hung loosely around his ne

Mia's POVThe bar Scarlett had chosen was exactly the kind of place she gravitated toward when she was feeling triumphant—dimly lit, expensive, and filled with the kind of men who wore watches that cost more than most people's cars.I spotted her immediately at the far end of the bar, leaning against the polished marble counter with one elegant hip cocked, her red hair catching the amber light from the overhead fixtures. She was wearing a black dress and she was absolutely radiant.The old Scarlett was back.Gone was the broken, drunk woman I'd helped to the bathroom just days ago. This version of Scarlett was vibrant, animated, flirting shamelessly with the bartender—a guy who looked like he'd stepped out of a men's cologne advertisement."And then," she was saying as I approached, her voice carrying that musical laugh I'd missed, "I told him that if he wanted to impress me, he'd have to do better than that. '"The bartender was hanging on her every word, his eyes tracking the moveme

Mia's POV"Don't worry," I said calmly, turning toward Taylor. "You're next."Taylor's eyes widened, but she wasn't fast enough to escape. I picked up Scarlett's martini glass and slowly, deliberately, poured the drugged alcohol over Taylor's head.The gin cascaded down her perfectly styled blonde hair in slow motion, each drop catching the amber light of the bar's expensive fixtures. The liquid soaked through the expensive strands. Ice cubes tumbled from the glass, bouncing off her shoulders and scattering across the polished marble floor with sharp, crystalline sounds."How is it?" I asked. "How does this special cocktail taste?""What the hell is wrong with you?!" Taylor screamed, violently pushing the table away from herself. The force of her movement sent chairs crashing to the floor with a thunderous clatter that seemed to reverberate through the entire establishment.The entire bar fell silent. All conversation ceased as if someone had pressed a cosmic mute button.The entire ba

Mia's POVI woke up with the distinct feeling that something was watching me.My head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and then hammered by a construction crew. Every muscle in my body ached, and my mouth tasted like I'd been chewing on gym socks.When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I found Ethan and Alexander staring at me from the head of my bed.Both boys had their little brows furrowed. They were sitting cross-legged on my comforter.Ethan leaned closer to me, his dark eyes studying my face with the intensity of a tiny doctor. "Mum, are you alcohol poisoned?"Alexander clearly agreed with his brother's assessment, nodding solemnly. "You smell funny. Like the bottles grandma hides in the back of the cabinet."Their four little hands were gripping mine tightly, their small fingers warm and slightly sticky in that way children's hands always seemed to be. Even Gas was there, panting nervously at the foot of the bed, apparently disliking the whiskey smell wafting from

Mia‘s POV"Alexander?Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?""I had a nightmare, Mama," he said in a small voice. "It was really scary, and I called for you, but you didn't come."I must have been in the shower and didn't hear him."I went to wake up Ethan, but he was sleeping like a log," Alexander continued, "He didn't even move when I poked him. So I had to come find you myself.""Oh, baby," I said, sitting on the sofa and pulling him onto my lap. "I'm so sorry I didn't hear you. Tell me about the nightmare."He snuggled against my chest. "There were these bad people, and they were trying to take you away from us. And Ethan and me were calling and calling, but you couldn't hear us.""That does sound scary," I said, stroking his hair. "But dreams aren't real, sweetheart. They're just our brains making up stories while we sleep. I would never, ever let anyone take me away from you and Ethan.""Promise?" His voice was muffled against my pajama top."I promise with all my heart."His