The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 351 - チャプター 360

Ethan's POVThe woman who looked like Mama wasn't Mama.I knew it the moment she bent down to buckle Alexander's seatbelt. Her hands moved wrong—too careful, like she was handling something fragile instead of my brother who squirmed and kicked during every car ride. Real Mama would have already said "Alexander, stop wiggling" in that voice that meant business.This woman just smiled behind her mask and patted his head.Alexander was chattering like he always did when he was nervous, his words tumbling over each other in his excitement to fill the scary quiet. "Are we going on an adventure, Mrs. Victoria? Is that why Mama came to get us? Where are we going? Can we get ice cream?"Victoria sat in the front passenger seat, not looking back at us. Her shoulders were tight under her expensive coat, and she kept checking her phone like she was waiting for something important."We're going somewhere safe," the fake Mama said. Her voice sounded like Mama's voice, but the words came out too sm

EthanVictoria was pacing again, talking fast about phone calls and demands and making people pay for what they'd done. The fake Mia kept checking her watch and looking nervous, like she was starting to realize this plan wasn't working the way they thought it would.I was trying to listen and figure out what they really wanted, but mostly I was watching the room and thinking about exits. There was the door we came through, which was locked. There was the window, which Madison said was too high up. And there was another door on the far wall that Madison said connected to the next room.If we could get to that door, maybe we could get to those servants' stairs Madison remembered. Maybe we could get to a phone and call real Mama, or maybe we could just get outside and run.But we'd have to wait until Victoria and the fake Mia weren't watching us so close."The first call will be simple," Victoria was saying. "Madison tells Mia that she's safe but that she needs to follow instructions. No

MiaThe air in my chest had turned to concrete. Each breath since then felt like swallowing glass, sharp and impossible.I sat in my car outside the school, phone pressed against my ear so hard it left marks, listening to Detective Rivera explain about false documents and sophisticated impersonation while my world tilted sideways."Mrs. Williams, we have units searching the area," Detective Rivera was saying, but his voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. "We've issued an amber alert. We have the license plate from the school's security footage."My phone buzzed against my cheek. Kyle's name appeared on the screen.I almost didn't answer. Kyle shouldn't call now."Mia." His voice was rough, strained, but there was something in it I hadn't heard in years. "I have them. I have all three of them. They're safe."The concrete in my chest cracked, and suddenly I could breathe again. "Where?""County Road 47, about two miles north of the highway. Police are already here. Victoria

Mia's POVThe fluorescent lighting in this section of the hospital corridor cast everything in harsh relief—the worn vinyl chairs, Thomas's rumpled suit, the exhaustion etched into the lines around his eyes. His hands kept opening and closing in his lap, fingers spreading wide then forming loose fists, like he was trying to hold onto something that kept slipping away."Thomas," I said again, settling into the chair beside him. The plastic was cold through my jeans, and I could smell the particular mix of antiseptic and industrial coffee that lived in hospital walls. "What do you mean this is your fault?"He didn't look at me immediately. Instead, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere past my shoulder, toward the nurses' station where the night shift moved with quiet efficiency between patient rooms. A soft chime echoed from someone's monitoring equipment, followed by the whisper of sneakers on linoleum."Victoria called me yesterday morning," he said finally, his voice so low I had to l

Mia's POVSophie Field settled back into her chair with the fluid grace of someone who had never encountered an uncomfortable piece of furniture in her life. Her eyes moved over me with the methodical precision of an art appraiser examining a newly discovered canvas, taking inventory of details I wasn't even aware I possessed."Your skin," she said suddenly, tilting her head like a curious bird, "has this luminous quality. Like moonlight through frost-covered glass. The photographs Kyle showed me were lovely, but they completely failed to capture the way light seems to gather around your cheekbones."I touched my face self-consciously, feeling the warmth of what was probably a blush spreading across the very cheekbones she'd just complimented. "I look terrible," I said honestly. "I've been wearing the same clothes since yesterday, I slept in a hospital chair, and I haven't seen a mirror in—""Nonsense!" Sophie waved one perfectly manicured hand as if physically brushing away my object