All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kyle's POVThe amber liquid in my glass caught the light as I swirled it, watching the way it clung to the crystal before settling. Macallan 25, a formidable scotch with notes of dried fruits and oak. I took another measured sip."She's back, you know."I looked up to find Morton watching me. My longtime business partner, occasional adversary, and perhaps the closest thing I had to a genuine friend. Currently, he was leaning back in his leather chair, nursing his own scotch.We were seated in the private lounge of The Metropolitan Club, where generations of New York's financial elite had conducted their affairs away from public scrutiny. The oak-paneled walls, leather furnishings, and discreet staff created an atmosphere of exclusivity that had always suited my preference for privacy."I'm aware," I replied, keeping my tone neutral despite the way my pulse had quickened at the mere allusion to Mia.Morton raised an eyebrow. "And?""And nothing." I set my glass down with precise contro

Mia's POVThe conference room in the District Attorney's office felt colder than it should have. I adjusted my cardigan, pulling it tighter around my expanding belly as I listened to Assistant District Attorney Ramirez lay out the case against my father and Helen."The financial trail is quite extensive," Ramirez explained, clicking through slides of complex diagrams on his presentation. "We've tracked funds being siphoned from Sarah Williams' accounts through a series of shell companies before ultimately disappearing into offshore holdings in the Cayman Islands and Belize."I studied the web of arrows connecting various company names, trying to make sense of it all. Red Box Holdings LLC. Maritime Ventures Group. Sunward Capital Limited. All meaningless names designed to hide the theft of my mother's fortune.Ramirez adjusted his glasses. "They were actually quite sophisticated about it. Small amounts moved over extended periods, transactions timed to coincide with market fluctuations

Mia's POV"Ms. Williams?" A nurse hurried after me, waving a clipboard. "You forgot to schedule your next appointment."I sighed, turning back. This pregnancy brain was getting ridiculous. Last week, I'd put my keys in the refrigerator and spent twenty minutes searching the apartment while Gas watched me with what I swore was canine amusement."Sorry about that," I said, accepting the clipboard. "Guess I was distracted by the good news."The nurse smiled sympathetically. "Twins will do that to you. How about two weeks from today? Same time?"I checked my phone calendar. "That works. Thank you."Kyle said nothing, but saw it all.We walked in awkward silence toward the bank of elevators, maintaining a careful distance. Kyle pressed the call button, and we waited, the tension between us almost palpable.The elevator arrived with a soft chime, empty except for us. Kyle held the door as I entered, then followed, pressing the button for the ground floor."How have you been feeling?" he ask

Mia's POVI was about to stand up, but my big belly made it impossible. “Shut up, Kyle.”I said."Please, just hear me out," he interrupted gently. "You were right that I was confused. Finding out you were the girl from the warehouse..."I shook my head. “I can't listen to this anymore, Kyle.”As if he didn't hear what I said, he continued, undeterred. "But you were wrong about one thing. I didn't suddenly start loving you because of that revelation. It just forced me to acknowledge what I'd been suppressing for years."This is ridiculous."Kyle, shut the fuck up.," I said, "Stop. "This isn't the time or place for this conversation."Kyle looked like he wanted to argue, but after a moment, he nodded, respecting my boundary. "You're right. I apologize."We lapsed into silence again, this one more charged than before. I stared at the elevator doors, willing them to open and rescue me from t

Mia's POVThe courtroom felt impossibly small that morning, every sound amplified in the tense atmosphere. I shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench, trying to find a position that didn't make my back ache. At almost seven months pregnant with twins, comfort was becoming a distant memory."You okay?" Mom whispered, her hand finding mine.I nodded. The truth was, I wasn't okay. I had a feeling that today would not be very easy. Especially after I saw that possible “Taylor”.Robert, our attorney, leaned over from my other side. "Remember, this is just a formality. With the evidence we have, the judge should deny bail."The courtroom doors opened, and the bailiff called for everyone to rise as Judge Harriet Monroe entered. She was a severe-looking woman with steel-gray hair pulled back in a tight bun and rectangular glasses that seemed to magnify her already piercing gaze."Please be seated," she inst