The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 241

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Chapter 241 What If Kyle really was back?

Mia’s POV

Daniel was online.

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1 quickly switched back to 1*******m, my heart hammering as I walted to see if he’d read my messages.

The little “seen” notification appeared under my texts.

Then the typing indicator showed up.

Disappeared.

Showed up again.

I waited, barely breathing.

Finally, a message appeared:

Oh wow, yeah I remember now! It was definitely a few weeks ago. The guy… he was tall, expensive suit even though it was just a park day. He stayed pretty far away from you and the kids.

I only got a glimpse of his face but something about him seemed familiar. I thought he was your husband, the owner of Paradise, right? Can’t place it though. Maybe I’m just imagining things?

Why do you ask? Everything okay?

I stared at the message, my blood running cold.

He’s talking about Kyle.

That sounded exactly like Kyle.

But he might have gotten it wrong, or it could be Maxwell.

But it could also describe any number of people. Maybe some random guy in the park.

I typed back quickly:

Just curious! The description sounds like someone I might know. Did you notice anything else about him? What he was wearing, how long he stayed, anything like that?

Also – you said he looked familiar. Any idea where you might have seen him before?

The response came faster this time:

He was definitely well–dressed. But I’m probably overthinking it. Rich guys all kind of look the same after a while, you know?

You doing okay? The kids looked happy.

I started typing several responses and deleted them all. How do you explain four years of absence? How do you.

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admit that you don’t even know if your ex–husband is dead or alive, let alone lurking in parks watching your

children?

1 had to stop being crazy.

Finally, I settled on:

Long story, but we’re divorced now. Have been for years. It’s… complicated.

The kids are great though. They’re amazing.

Thanks for reaching out. It’s good to hear from

I hit send.

But Daniel seemed to accept it:

you!

Glad to hear you’re doing well! Divorce can be tough but sounds like you landed on your feet.

Hit me up if you’re ever in the city and want to grab coffee. I promise I’ve gotten much better at conversation since my medical school days

Take care, Mia.

And then he was offline again.

I sat there staring at my phone and rubbed my temples, feeling a headache building. I was overthinking this. Seeing mysteries where there probably weren’t any.

The most logical explanation was that Daniel had seen Maxwell that day.

Daniel had said the man looked familiar, and Daniel had never met Thomas.For a moment, I actually hoped that the person Daniel saw was Kyle. I really should go to sleep.

I closed my laptop and checked on the twins one more time. Alexander had managed to get completely tangled in his sheets, while Ethan had migrated halfway across his bed and was now sleeping diagonally. Gas opened one eye as I adjusted their blankets, his tail giving a lazy thump against the floor.

“Keep watch, okay boy?” I whispered, scratching behind his ears.

He huffed softly, as if to say he’d been doing exactly that for four years and didn’t need reminders.

Back in my bedroom, I finally put my phone on the nightstand and tried to settle in for sleep. I can’t get that thought out of my head.

What if Kyle really was back?

I pulled my pillow over my flead, trying to block out the endless questions.

Tomorrow I would have to be a functioning adult. I’d have to take the twins to preschool, handle my work meetings. I just needed to sleep now.

I must have finally drifted off, because the next thing I knew, there was a small hand patting my cheek.

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“Mama,” Ethan’s voice was sleepy but insistent. “I had a bad dream.”

I blinked awake, my phone showing 3:17 AM. “Come here, baby.”

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He climbed into bed beside me, his small body warm and solid against my side. Within minutes, I heard Alexander’s bare feet padding across the hardwood floor.

“Is Ethan okay?” he whispered.

“Bad dream,” I explained, lifting the covers so he could crawl in too.

Soon I was sandwiched between my sons, their steady breathing gradually lulling me back toward sleep. Gas had followed them, positioning himself at the foot of the bed like a furry sentinel.

This was real. These two beautiful boys who trusted me completely. Who saw me as their whole world, their safe harbor, their constant.

I could handle anything as long as I had them.