All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

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Chapter 331 Teardrops

Mia's POVKyle's eyes went red-rimmed, but he didn't look away. He dragged his hand across his face once, roughly, like he was angry at his own reaction.I could see him rebuilding his walls even as we sat there, even as tears still clung to his lashes. "Kyle.""My father was barely present when I was growing up." His voice steadied, taking on that businesslike tone I knew meant he was compartmentalizing. "I managed fine. Better than fine.""This isn't about your father.""You said Ethan figured it out. Smart kids adapt. They find ways to make sense of things."I wiped my nose on my sleeve, tasting the salt that had dripped to my lips. "He shouldn't have to make sense of this.""No." Kyle's voice dropped. "He shouldn't."For a moment, something shifted in his expression—softer, more vulnerable—before he caught himself."He asked me once," I said quietly, "if some daddies just disappear. Alexander was building something with blocks and Ethan just—he looked up at me and asked that. Like

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

Chapter 332 Needs to rest

Mia's POVKyle's breathing had become more shallow since disconnecting from the oxygen, each exhale a deliberate effort.I could smell the antiseptic on his skin, sharp and medicinal, mixing with something else—something that reminded me of autumn leaves, dry and fading. It was strange how illness had its own scent, how it changed the very chemistry of a person until they became someone else entirely.Kyle shifted against the wall, and I heard the soft rustle of his sweater against the painted surface. His eyes were fixed on some point beyond my shoulder, avoiding direct contact."Mia," he finally spoke. "What do you want me to do?"The way his hands had developed a slight tremor that he was trying to hide by keeping them pressed flat against his thighs."I want honesty," I said. The words tasted like copper pennies on my tongue, metallic and bitter. "I want you to tell me why you pretended to be Jackson Maxwell. Why you're not pretending anymore. You sent Taylor back to prison—don't

Last Updated : 2025-08-23

Chapter 333 All the ash we leave behind

Kyle's POVThe cigarette burned between my fingers. Everything the doctors had told me about preserving what remained of my failing lungs was gone. I stood on the narrow balcony attached to my private room, watching the smoke dissipate into the cold night air above Manhattan. Each drag felt like swallowing broken glass, but the familiar burn grounded me in a way that all their medications couldn't.The city stretched below me, a grid of illuminated windows where millions of people were living their uncomplicated lives. Eating dinner. Watching television. Tucking their children into bed without wondering if they'd be alive to see them wake up.I pressed my free hand against the metal railing, feeling the cold seep through my palm.Three floors below, I could see the emergency room entrance where ambulances arrived with their cargo of broken humanity. The red and blue lights painted shadows against the hospital's concrete facade, a light show of crisis and intervention. I'd been brought

Last Updated : 2025-08-24

Chapter 334 Kyle, what are you doing here?

Kyle's POVThe numbers above the doors counted down like a reverse timer: 8, 7, 6, 5. My reflection in the polished steel looked like a stranger.I'd disconnected everything again after Morton left. The oxygen line, the heart monitor, the IV drip that had been feeding chemicals into my bloodstream. None of it mattered anymore.The lobby was nearly empty at this hour, just a security guard reading a paperback novel and a janitor mopping floors with mechanical efficiency. The automatic doors parted with a soft sigh, releasing me into the December night.A taxi idled at the curb, its driver smoking a cigarette while scrolling through his phone. I climbed into the backseat, giving Mia's address in a voice that sounded foreign to my own ears. The leather seats were cracked and worn, smelling of previous passengers and artificial pine air freshener. As we pulled away from Mount Sinai, I watched the building shrink in the rear window until it was just another collection of lights in the city

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

Chapter 335 Man-to-man

Kyle's POVThomas stared at me for a long moment, shock, anger, and something that might have been pity. The pity was the worst part."Jesus Christ, Kyle." Thomas ran his hands through his hair.I took another drag from my cigarette, tasting blood at the back of my throat. The nicotine wasn't helping anymore, wasn't providing the chemical calm it once had. Everything tasted like copper pennies and medical antiseptic now."I'm stating a fact." I said, my voice carrying the rasp.Thomas's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Don't.""Don't what? Tell the truth?" I flicked ash onto the sidewalk between us, watching it scatter in the wind. "You swooped in the moment I disappeared. How long did you wait, Thomas? A week? A month? Or were you already circling before I left?"The streetlight cast harsh shadows across Thomas's face, highlighting the tension in his jaw. He was bigger than me now. The kind of man who could lift Mia effortlessly, who could throw a football with Alexander in t

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

Chapter 336 If you want to die

Kyle's POVThomas's face went through a series of emotions in the amber wash of the streetlight, "You son of a bitch. You don't get to do this."."Do what, exactly?" I kept my voice level, businesslike. "Show up here looking like death and throw your martyrdom in my face." Thomas stepped closer,"You think you get to play the noble dying husband now?""I never claimed to be noble.""No, you just acted like it." Heat flared in my chest."I know you left Mia bleeding on marble stairs while you chased after your psychotic step-sister. I know she spent months in that hospital alone, grieving children you refused to believe were yours. I know she called your name when she was hemorrhaging after giving birth to your sons, and you weren't there because you were too busy playing dead." I pressed my back against the building's brick facade, feeling the rough edges scrape through my coat. The texture grounded me, reminded me that I still existed in physical space even when everything else fel

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

Chapter 337 That uncle looks so sad

KyleThe elevator ride to the fourth floor was a masterclass in uncomfortable silence. Mia stood as far from me as possible in the small space, her arms crossed, her attention focused on the numbers counting upward. I could smell her shampoo—something floral and clean that reminded me of the early days of our marriage when everything had seemed possible."Jesus, Kyle." Mia's voice was barely above a whisper. "What were you thinking?""I wasn't.""That's been your problem from the beginning."The elevator chimed softly as we reached her floor. Mia led the way down a hallway.She stopped, keys jingling softly as she unlocked the door. "Take your shoes off," she whispered as we entered the apartment. "And be quiet. Madison's still adjusting, and loud noises make her anxious."I slipped off my shoes, feeling the give of carpet under my feet, breathing in air that smelled like home—coffee, children's shampoo, the lingering scent of whatever they'd had for dinner.The apartment was dark ex

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

Chapter 338 What do you want from us?

KyleUncle. I looked at this child, this perfect small person who shared my DNA but not my history, and felt something break inside my chest. He was beautiful in the unconscious way that children were beautiful, all potential energy and curiosity and trust in the world around him. His pajamas were slightly too big for him, the sleeves covering his hands except for his fingertips. There was a small scar on his forehead that hadn't been there in the photographs, probably from some minor childhood accident that I hadn't been there to prevent.This was my son. My child. A human being I'd helped create but had never really known."He is sad," Mia said quietly, her voice gentle. "But he's okay. Why don't you go back to bed, sweetheart? It's very late."Alexander looked between us again, his four-year-old brain trying to process this."Are you sick?" Alexander asked."Yes," I said before Mia could answer. My voice came out rougher than I'd intended, scraped raw from cigarettes and fighting

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

Chapter 339 Go back to the hospital

Mia's POVI sat across from Kyle in my kitchen.Kyle's hands were resting on the table between us, and I could see the fine tremor that ran through his fingers. The IV site on his arm had begun to bruise more deeply, a purple-black mark."Mia," he started, but I held up my hand."Wait." I pushed back from the table, my chair scraping softly against the kitchen floor. "I need to check on them."I pushed the door open just enough to slip inside, breathing in the familiar scent of bubble bath and the faint mustiness that seemed to cling to all children's bedrooms. Both boys were asleep in their twin beds, Alexander on his stomach with one arm hanging off the mattress, Ethan curled into a tight ball with his favorite stuffed elephant clutched against his chest.In the soft light from the hallway, they looked impossibly young. I knelt beside Alexander's bed, brushing a strand of dark hair away from his forehead. His face was peaceful in sleep. I pressed my lips gently to Alexander's templ

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

Chapter 340 Being mean

MiaI walked Kyle to the door, both of us moving quietly to avoid waking the children.He nodded and stepped into the hallway, his footsteps echoing softly as he made his way to the elevator. I stood in my doorway until I heard the elevator doors close, until the building settled back into its late-night quiet.I sat holding the butterfly keychain, thinking about the house that was apparently now mine. I could picture every room, every corner where memories lived like dust in the sunlight. The house where I'd been happy before I'd learned that happiness was something that could be taken away by adult choices and adult failures.The next afternoon arrived gray and cold, with the kind of dampness that seeped into your bones and made everything feel heavier. I stood outside Bright Beginnings Preschool with the other parents, my breath forming small clouds in the December air as I waited for dismissal. The key Kyle had given me sat in my pocket.The school doors opened, and children began

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

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