บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: บทที่ 401 - บทที่ 410

Mia's POVMy hands came up.Automatic. Like my body knew what to do before my brain caught up.My palms hit his chest. Flat. Hard. Pushing.But Kyle didn't stop.His mouth moved against mine.Insistent.My fingers curled into fists against his sweater. The fabric was soft. Cashmere maybe. Push him away.Push him away and leave and never come back to this house. Its empty rooms now were full of ghosts.But his hands were in my hair now. Tilting my head back. Deepening the kiss.And I felt my body do something I didn't tell it to do.My hands unclenched as they eeling the sharp edges of his bones under the sweater.He's so thin.The thought came from nowhere. Unwanted.His mouth tasted like salt. From my tears. Or his. I couldn't tell anymore.The kiss was wrong.Not technically wrong. His lips knew mine. Remembered the shape of them. The pressure. The angle.We'd done this a thousand times before.But this kiss was so bitter.His tongue touched my bottom lip. Asking.I didn't open my

Mia's POVVoices woke me.Not loud, exactly. Kids. Laughing. That particular pitch of childhood excitement that could cut through concrete walls, steel doors.And underneath it all—Gas barking. That deep, enthusiastic woof-woof-woof that said something .I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.The same ceiling I'd been staring at for four years. And my clock said 11:47.I'd slept for almost three hours. I sat up slowly, my body protesting every movement. My head felt thick. Stuffed with cotton. That particular heaviness that came from crying too hard and sleeping too fast, like my brain had turned into oatmeal and was sloshing around in my skull.The voices were getting louder outside my door, building to a crescendo of childish chaos."Mama! Mama you have to come see!" Alexander's voice, breathless with urgency."Right now!" Ethan added, slightly calmer but still insistent.My door burst open with the kind of dramatic force that suggested someone had been watching too many action

Mia's POVA real smile.Then the scene shifts again, dissolving like watercolors bleeding into each other.Blueprints. Design drawings. My hands moved across the paper with practiced confidence, the pencil an extension of my thoughts. Lines appeared—clean, precise, purposeful. Measurements materialized in neat annotations along the margins. The shape of a room took form beneath my fingertips, walls rising from the flat page into three-dimensional space in my mind's eye.The living room flows into the kitchen with an open archway, no barriers to interrupt the sight lines. The kitchen opens to the garden through floor-to-ceiling glass doors that fold back completely in summer. In the garden there's—The dream fractured.I woke slowly, consciousness returning in layers. First came awareness of my body—heavy limbs, the slight crick in my neck from sleeping at an odd angle. Then sound—the distant hum of traffic, someone's muffled television through the walls. Then light—or the lack of it.

Mia's POV"Mama!" His face lit up. "You came!"Alexander saw me first.The hospital's meditation room smelled like sandalwood. I stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, not quite committed to entering.And there, arranged in a loose circle on yoga mats, were my children.He started to jump up but Dr. Norbu's hand—gentle but firm—touched his shoulder."Finish the pose first, small warrior," the doctor said. "Then greet your mother properly."Alexander's face scrunched with effort. He was attempting what looked like tree pose. One foot pressed against the inside of his opposite knee. Arms stretched overhead. Wobbling.Ethan was beside him in the same pose. Not wobbling. Perfectly still.Madison was on his other side. Her tree pose was less certain than Ethan's but more stable than Alexander's.And Kyle.He was in downward dog.His hands were flat on the mat, fingers spread wide. His hips were lifted, forming an inverted V with his body. His heels reached toward the floor but didn't

Mia's POVThe coffee had gone cold two hours ago. I picked up the cup anyway.Camille sat across from me at the conference table, her laptop open, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Waiting."The structural engineer confirmed the foundation work?" I asked."Tuesday. He'll be on-site at seven.""And the permits?""Filed yesterday. Should clear by Friday."I nodded. Made a note on the blueprint spread across the table.The lines blurred.Just slightly. Like someone had smudged them.I blinked. Hard. Once. Twice.The lines came back into focus.My hand moved across the paper. The pencil felt wrong. Too light. Or maybe my hand was too heavy."Mia."I looked up. Camille's face had that soft edge around it. That halo you get when you've been staring at blueprints too long and your eyes don't remember how to see regular things anymore.I blinked again. The halo disappeared."What?" I asked.She was watching me. "How many hours did you work yesterday?""I don't know. Normal amount.""Mia