Alle Kapitel von The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Kapitel 321 – Kapitel 330

Mia's POV"What about someone who'd suffered trauma? Like a gunshot wound?""Ah." Hugo leaned forward slightly. "That's more specific. Severe trauma can sometimes trigger autoimmune responses, particularly if there was significant blood loss or organ damage. The body's immune system can essentially turn on itself."I looked at Hugo, trying to decide how much to reveal. "Someone I used to know... their appearance changed dramatically. They looked ill, almost skeletal.""If this was someone close to you," Hugo said carefully, "and you're concerned about their health, I'd say trust your instincts. Dramatic physical changes usually indicate serious underlying medical issues."He paused, studying my face."Hugo," I said, "if someone had a terminal illness, something that maybe gave them only a few years to live, would they look... different?""Depending on the treatment, yes. Chemotherapy, immunosuppressive drugs, radiation—they can all cause significant weight loss and change facial struc

Mia's POVThe doorbell rang forty-three minutes after I'd hung up the phone with Thomas. I knew because I'd been watching the clock.The twins had moved their block city to the living room, and Gas kept knocking down buildings with his tail every time he got excited about a particularly good architectural decision."Someone's here!" Alexander announced, abandoning a half-built skyscraper to race toward the front door.Through the peephole, I could see Thomas standing in the hallway, his hand resting protectively on the shoulder of a small figure. Madison looked like a different child from the one I'd seen at school. Her blonde hair was tangled. She wore clothes that were too big for her already tiny frame, a sweater that drooped off one shoulder and jeans that bunched around her ankles.But it was her eyes that stopped me. They held the particular emptiness I remembered from my own childhood.I opened the door."Hi," Thomas said. His voice was careful.Madison didn't look up. She kept

Mia's POVGetting three children settled for sleep was like conducting an orchestra where all the musicians were four years old and had very strong opinions about their instruments. Madison needed extra reassurance that she could wake me up if she was scared. Alexander wanted to make sure Gas knew where everyone was sleeping so he wouldn't get confused in the dark. Ethan had concerns about the fairness of pillow distribution.I read them three books—one about a bear family, one about brave mice, and one about a little girl who traveled to space. Madison listened to each story with complete focus, as if she were memorizing them."Do you think the space girl missed her family when she was on other planets?" Madison asked as I closed the last book."I think she probably did," I said. "But I think she knew they were thinking about her and loving her even when they were far apart.""Even if she couldn't call them or send

Mia"Swiss Heiress Sophie Field Arrives in New York with International Legal Team, Claims Billions Stolen Through Identity Fraud."Brief but devastating.The real Sophie Field—a petite brunette who looked nothing like Taylor—had returned from a two-year stay in Switzerland where she'd been recovering from a skiing accident that had left her with traumatic brain injury. She'd been in a specialized rehabilitation facility, completely unaware that someone had been using her identity to claim an inheritance worth over three billion dollars."Ms. Field's legal team has provided extensive documentation proving her identity and whereabouts during the time the imposter claimed her inheritance," the article stated. "The fraud appears to have been orchestrated through a complex web of forged documents and insider knowledge of the Field family's private affairs."I scrolled down to see a photo of the real Sophie Field standing beside her attorneys. She was tiny, maybe five feet tall, with intell

Mia's POV"I'm showing some privacy restrictions on this account. Let me see if I can get someone from patient services."Twenty minutes later, I was sitting across from a tired-looking administrator who kept glancing at her watch."Mrs. Branson, your ex-husband's records are sealed by court order, as I mentioned when you called yesterday. However, if this is a medical emergency...""It's not an emergency exactly. But I need to see him. Please."She looked at me for a long moment, taking in whatever she saw in my face. "I can't give you his room number, but I can tell you that visiting hours ended at nine PM.""Can you call him? Tell him I'm here?"Another pause. "I can try to reach him, but I can't guarantee he'll agree to see you."She picked up her phone and dialed an extension. I could hear it ringing, once, twice, three times."Mr. Branson? This is Carol from patient services. I have someone here who says she's your ex-wife... Yes, she said Mia... I see. Are you sure?... Alright,