All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

**Mia's POV**The slam of my car door echoed through the parking garage. I heard Kyle's door open too, but thankfully, he didn't follow. My legs carried me forward, each step a small victory against the urge to look back.*I love you.* His words tumbled through my mind like clothes in a dryer, tumbling over and over, impossible to ignore. Why did he have to say that? After everything, after all this time, why now?I try to walk faster. His words won't stop playing in my head. They've touched something in me. I hate the sincerity in his words. I hate that he wants to make amends.I can't let myself love him anymore. It's getting really bad.The divorce didn't bring me the peace I was hoping for. Especially since Kyle came back into my life, I realized I can't just laugh about the past. Just because you're no longer married to someone doesn't mean you magically forget all the details. He shouldn't expect us to start over. Because we can't just pretend like nothing happened."Get it toge

**Mia's POV**Paris.The word lingered in my mind like the aftertaste of expensive wine. I watched Scarlett's animated face as she continued outlining her vision for our Paris trip, her hands moving while Morton looked on her."We could stay at Le Meurice," Scarlett was saying, scrolling through something on her phone. "Their suites have the most gorgeous views of Tuileries Garden."I pushed my half-eaten salad around the plate, considering the possibility with surprising seriousness. "I don't know, Scar. Paris is a long flight for someone who has to pee every twenty minutes," I said, but my tone lacked conviction.The truth was, the idea had taken root. I wasn't too far along yet—just starting my sixth month. Flying was still safe according to Dr. Matthews, and travel would become increasingly uncomfortable as the twins grew. If I was ever going to see this architecture firm, now might be the perfect window."First class has bathrooms," Scarlett countered immediately. "And we can re

Mia's POVThe next morning brought sunshine streaming through my curtains and the insistent buzz of my phone. I reached for it blindly, still half-asleep, and squinted at the screen. Five missed calls from my lawyer, three texts from Scarlett (already sharing links to Paris apartments "just in case you fall in love with the city!"), and one unexpected message from Kyle.*Morning. Hope you're feeling well. The trust paperwork is ready when you are.*My fingers hovered over the screen. The trust paperwork. Of course. Despite everything, Kyle was still ensuring the twins would be financially secure. It was the responsible thing to do, the practical thing. I told him I would raise my child by myself, but he obviously doesn't care what I think. Fine.I set the phone aside without replying.Gas stretched beside the bed, his morning routine of downward dog followed by an enthusiastic full-body shake that always made me smile."Morning, buddy," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed

Mia's POVThe next day, Dr. Matthews officially cleared me for travel, with the usual cautions about staying hydrated and taking frequent breaks. And Scarlett, of course, sent daily updates about itinerary adjustments and accommodation options each more luxurious than the last. And Kyle continued to text about the trust paperwork. For some reason, I gave him a perfunctory reply. And I delayed the meeting we had previously agreed upon. Kyle always makes me unhappy. I hate that he has this power over me. So I tried to save myself by not seeing him.Then Wednesday arrived.The West End Cafe was quiet at three o'clock, the lunch crowd long gone and the after-work rush not yet begun. I spotted Nate immediately at a corner table, already waiting despite my being five minutes early. "Mia," he smiled, pulling out a chair for me. "You look well.""Thanks," I settled into the seat, grateful to be off my feet. "Though 'well' is a relative term these days. Pretty sure I've officially entered th

Mia's POV"Catherine," I managed, suddenly self-conscious about my casual attire and still-damp hair. "This is unexpected.""I should have called first," she acknowledged, setting her handbag on the entry table. "But I was in the neighborhood for an early meeting, and I thought..." She hesitated. "I hope I'm not intruding.""Not at all," Mom said smoothly, always the gracious hostess. "Would you like some coffee? Tea?"I knew my mother has a complicated attitude towards Catherine. She had heard all the things I have told her about Catherine. She knew that Catherine is kind to me. But mom also can be uncontrollably angry about everything to do with Kyle."Tea would be lovely," Catherine smiled, moving further into the apartment.Her gaze swept over our modest living room—so different from the palatial spaces she was used to. If she found it lacking, she gave no indication."Sarah, your home is charming," she said, settling onto our couch. "So warm and inviting.""Thank you," Mom replie