All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Kyle's POV**"Sir, Mrs. Branson was seen at the park again this morning." James shifted uncomfortably in front of my desk. "With Dr. Pierce."My fingers tightened on the pen I was holding. "I thought I made it clear that Mrs. Branson's movements were no longer to be reported.""Yes, sir, but—""Then why are you here?"James cleared his throat. "Given the circumstances, I thought you should know that Mrs. Branson appears to be spending considerable time with—""That will be all." The pen snapped in my grip, ink staining my fingers. Perfect. Just perfect.After he left, I stared at the dark stain spreading across the reports I'd been reviewing. Mia's signature was still visible at the bottom - neat, precise strokes that somehow looked different now. When had that changed?My phone felt heavy in my hand as I pulled up her number. Three rings before she answered."What?" Her voice was cool, distant. "The dog park?" The words came out sharper than intended. "Really, Mia?""Are you havin

**Mia's POV**Gasoline's claws scraped against wood, the desperate scratching piercing through my hangover-clouded consciousness. My head throbbed as awareness crept in - silk sheets that weren't mine, a familiar cologne lingering in the air. Kyle's room. Kyle's bed. Gas whined, his nails clicking more insistently against the door. The sound made my temples pulse. I heard the soft creak of the door opening. Gas bounded in immediately, his paws thundering across the hardwood before he launched himself onto the bed. "Gas, careful!" I managed, but he was already plastering my face with enthusiastic kisses, his tail thumping against the mattress. His familiar weight and warmth grounded me. Oh god, what had I done? Flashes of last night played like a scandalous movie in my head: throwing back tequila shots with Connor and Daniel, their muscled bodies moving to the music, then Kyle appearing like an avenging angel in Paradise. After that... the memories turned hot and wild. My hands

**Mia's POV**I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photo on Scarlett's phone. There they were - Kyle and Taylor, captured in perfect high-society harmony at some charity event I hadn't even known about. His hand rested on her lower back with casual intimacy, while she smiled up at him with that practiced adoration I used to believe was real.The same Kyle who, just yesterday, had the audacity to accuse me of inappropriate behavior with other men. The same Kyle who'd made me feel guilty for simply talking to male friends. My fingers clenched around my coffee cup, the ceramic hot against my skin. My coffee turned bitter on my tongue. Just yesterday, he'd been in my bed, accusing me of inappropriate behavior with other men. The hypocrisy made my stomach turn."Ah, Last Thursday, I remember." Scarlett peered at the date stamp. "Yeah, the Children's Cancer Foundation gala. Why?"Last Thursday. While I was reviewing construction plans for the children's center, he was parading around with

**Mia's POV**The Grand Majestic lived up to its name tonight. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across marble floors, while arrangements of white roses and orchids transformed the already opulent ballroom into something from a fairy tale. Looking around, this was exactly the kind of over-the-top elegance Scarlett deserved."There's my girl!" Scarlett's voice carried across the room as she hurried toward me, red hair bouncing with each step. Her emerald green gown made her look like a flame given human form. "You're early!""Of course I'm early." I hugged her carefully, mindful of her perfectly styled hair. "Someone has to make sure you don't start the party without your maid of honor.""As if I'd dare." She pulled back, studying my face. "You look gorgeous. That dress is perfect - I told you the blue would work!"I smoothed the silk of my gown self-consciously. The color reminded me of twilight, deep blue fading to silvery gray at the hem. "It's not too much?""It's exactly enoug

**Mia's POV**The world started spinning the moment Taylor was wheeled away. My lungs seemed to forget how to work, each breath coming in short, painful gasps. I stumbled backward until my shoulders hit the cold hospital wall, legs threatening to give out.Seven weeks. They'd known for seven weeks.The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed too loudly, the sound drilling into my skull. My stomach rolled violently as fragments of Taylor's words played on repeat: Kyle's baby... our son... the nursery..."Focus," I whispered to myself, pressing my palms flat against the wall. The rough texture grounded me slightly, giving me something real to concentrate on. "Just breathe."But my body had other ideas. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision as memories crashed over me in merciless waves – my own blood on marble stairs, Kyle carrying Taylor away while our babies died, and now this. Their baby. Their son. Their future.The dizziness hit harder. I slid down the wall, not caring about who