All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mia's POV"I thought Kyle told you," I said, suddenly uncertain. "About what happened that day.""He told me you fell," Catherine said carefully, her voice tight with controlled emotion. "That there were complications, and you lost the babies.""That's what he believed," I clarified, not wanting to paint Kyle as deliberately deceptive. "Taylor convinced him I attacked her, that I fell during the altercation. But she pushed me, Catherine. Deliberately."The look that crossed Catherine's face then was unlike anything I'd seen from her before, her elegant features turned into something almost frightening.Before I could respond, the door opened, and Dr. Matthews swept in with her usual brisk energy. She paused briefly, noticing the charged atmosphere."Everything alright in here?" she asked, glancing between us."Fine," I managed, trying to arrange my features into something resembling normal. "Dr. Matthews, this is Catherine Branson.""Mrs. Branson," Dr. Matthews nodded, professional bu

Mia's POV"Are you absolutely certain you packed your compression socks?" Mom asked, folding another cardigan I definitely hadn't requested and tucking it into the corner of my already overstuffed suitcase."Yes, Mom. They're in my carry-on, along with the medical information Dr. Matthews printed out, extra prenatal vitamins, and the list of approved medications." I stifled a yawn as I zipped my toiletry bag. Six in the morning was cruel, even with the prospect of Paris on the horizon.The twins seemed to agree, unusually quiet this morning after keeping me awake half the night with their gymnastics routine. I rested my hand on my growing bump, now impossible to hide at six months pregnant. "You guys better behave on this flight," I murmured.Mom glanced up, her eyes softening. "Talking to my grandsons already?""Someone needs to establish the ground rules early." I smiled, watching her methodically reorganize my haphazard packing job. She'd been up since four, making me breakfast, dou

Mia's POVThe interior of the private jet redefined luxury—cream leather seats, polished wood details, and what appeared to be a fully stocked bar at the rear. Scarlett immediately made herself at home, kicking off her heels and curling into one of the oversized chairs."Isn't it fabulous?" she grinned at my wide-eyed expression. "Wait until you see the bedroom in the back.""There's a bedroom?" I couldn't help the disbelief in my voice."Of course there's a bedroom," she laughed. "Where else would we nap during a seven-hour flight?"Morton directed me to what was clearly the most comfortable seat, already equipped with extra pillows, a cashmere blanket, and what appeared to be a specialized pregnancy support belt for long flights."Pressure will stabilize quickly after takeoff," he explained, helping me get settled. "If you experience any discomfort at all, please let us know immediately. We have direct communication with air traffic control and can make an emergency landing if neces

Mia's POV"Thank you, Henri," I said, settling into the buttery leather seat. My back ached from the flight despite the specialized accommodations, and the twins seemed determined to make up for their earlier quiet by performing what felt like synchronized swimming routines."Everything okay?" Scarlett asked quietly, noting my wince as one particularly enthusiastic kick caught me under the ribs."Just my travel companions making their presence known," I assured her, rubbing the spot gently. "I think they're excited about Paris."Henri navigated through evening traffic with the practiced ease of someone who'd been driving these streets for decades. I caught glimpses of the city through the windows—elegant buildings, street cafés, people strolling along tree-lined boulevards. Even in these fleeting snapshots, Paris had an undeniable romance to it.Our hotel—Le Grand Paris—was a magnificent historic building in what Scarle

Mia's POVThe short walk from the hotel suite to the elevator felt like a small victory."Settle down, you two," I whispered, rubbing the spot where one of them, probably Twin B, the more active one according to Dr. Matthews. He was particularly insistent with his kicking. "We're just going to the spa. Nothing exciting."But maybe that wasn't entirely true. I tugged at the hem of the "spa transition outfit" Scarlett had laid out for me. It's a flowing maxi dress in soft gray with a light cardigan. Leave it to Scarlett to find maternity wear that didn't make me feel like a walking tent.The elevator doors slid open to reveal the opulent lobby of Le Grand Paris. Thomas was already there, leaning against one of the marble columns with casual elegance, checking something on his phone. He wore the same impeccably tailored suit from brunch, but had removed his tie and unbuttoned his collar slightly.Like Scarlett, he inherited the best of both his parents. They looked like the favored child