Todos os capítulos de The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

MiaScarlett buried her face in her hands. "This is not happening."Sophie clapped her hands together with delight. "Ah! So I was right! Morton, yes? Your deliciously tall, dark, and brooding ex-husband who looks like he stepped out of a particularly expensive advertisement for Swiss watches?""How do you know Morton?" I asked, because this conversation had taken so many turns I was getting dizzy trying to follow it."Oh, ma chérie, everyone in our circles knows Morton. He's quite famous, actually—the billionaire who walked away from his father's empire to become an independent investor. Very romantic, very mysterious. And those shoulders!" Sophie fanned herself dramatically. "The man could model for Michelangelo.""What's not happening?" Alexander asked, because he was still trying to keep up with the adult conversation."Auntie Scarlett is embarrassed because she kissed a man," Ethan said matter-of-factly. "And Sophie can tell because of science.""Not science," Madison corrected so

Mia's POV"The doctor," she said quietly, so the children couldn't hear. "Dr. Norbu. He will see Kyle tomorrow at two o'clock. Mount Sinai, room 847.""Sophie—""Trust me," she interrupted gently.She kissed my cheeks and followed Thomas out the door.Morton and Scarlett were the last to leave. He kept one hand lightly on her elbow as they walked toward the door, ready to steady her if she stumbled."Mia," he said, pausing at the threshold. "Thank you. For letting me come up.""You're welcome," I said. "Both of you. Anytime."Scarlett turned back, her eyes bright with tears and wine and what might have been gratitude. "I love you," she said simply. "You know that, right? Whatever happens, I love you.""I love you too, Scar" I replied.And they were gone, leaving me alone with three sleepy children and an apartment that smelled like candle wax and chocolate."Mama," Alexander said, tugging on my sleeve, "that was the best dinner party ever.""It was pretty special," I agreed, looking a

**Mia's POV**I woke up on the couch with my neck bent at an angle that would hurt for the rest of the day.The apartment was quiet.Pale light came through the windows. Not sunrise exactly, but that gray hour before it when everything looks washed out and temporary.I sat up slowly, my hand going to my neck. The throw blanket had fallen to the floor sometime during the night. My mouth tasted like old wine and sleep.The living room looked different.It took me a moment to understand why.Someone had cleaned.The wine glasses were gone from the coffee table. The candle stubs had been cleared away. The scattered plates and napkins from Sophie's dinner party had disappeared. Even the cushions on the opposite chair—Kyle's chair—had been straightened, the indent where he'd sat smoothed away like he was never there.I stood up, my bare feet cold on the hardwood floor.Had he really been here? Or had I dreamed the whole thing—Kyle sitting in the shadows, drinking from my wine glass, making

Mia's POVScarlett's face filled my phone screen, her red hair spread across what was definitely Morton's pillow. She was wearing his shirt. I could tell by the way the collar sat too wide on her shoulders, the sleeves rolled up three times to show her hands."About Morton?" I said again.She bit her lip. A gesture I'd seen a thousand times before, usually right before she said something she knew would get a reaction."Do you remember," I started, unable to help myself, "that post you made? About two years ago?"Her eyes went wide. "Mia, no—""The one that said, and I quote, 'Any woman who gets back together with her ex-husband is literally eating shit she already ate.'"Scarlett's face turned the same color as her hair. "I was angry. I was drunk. I was—""Eating shit for breakfast?" I smiled. "Lunch? Dinner? All three meals?""Mia Williams, you are the worst best friend in the entire world.""I'm just asking questions. Perfectly reasonable questions. Like, for instance, what does shi

Mia's POVThe burnt pancake sat on my plate, black on one side.Alexander had already moved on to other concerns. "Mama, if we're going to see Kyle today, can I bring my drone? I want to show him how I fixed the propeller by myself.""We're not bringing the drone to a hospital again.""Why not?""Because hospitals have rules about electronics.""That's a stupid rule.""Alexander.""Sorry. That's a silly rule."Madison looked up from her pancake, which she'd been cutting into increasingly smaller pieces without actually eating much of it. "Are we really going to see Kyle today?""Yes. At two o'clock.""Why two o'clock?" Ethan asked."Because that's when the doctor can see him.""What kind of doctor?"I hesitated. How did you explain to a five-year-old that we were taking their dying father to see a Tibetan healer because Western medicine had given up?"A special doctor," I said finally. "Someone who knows about different ways to help sick people.""Like a wizard?" Alexander asked, perk