The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 443

Mia's POV

Hugo walks away.

I stand there. Watching leaves skitter across the pavement.

Then someone bursts out of the restaurant door.

Scarlett.

She's moving fast. Too fast for someone who can barely walk straight.

Morton is right behind her. "Scarlett—"

"LEAVE ME ALONE."

"You can't drive like this."

"Watch me."

"You're drunk."

"I'm TIPSY. There's a difference."

"You had seven glasses—"

"SIX. I counted. Or—" She stops. Squints. "—or maybe it was seven. The point is I'm FINE."

She's not fine. She's wobbling.

Morton catches her elbow. "Let me drive you home."

"No."

"Scarlett—"

"I said NO." She yanks away. Too hard. Loses her balance.

Morton catches her. Steadies her. His arms around her waist.

For a moment they just stand there. Frozen. His arms around her. Her hands gripping his forearms.

Then she pushes him away. Hard.

"Don't touch me."

"You were falling."

"So let me fall!"

"That's the stupidest—"

"EVERYONE keeps saying that! Alexander said that! Why does everyone—" She stops. Her face crumples. "Why do you still care? You divorced me. You signed papers. You let me go. So why do you keep—keep—"

"Keep what?"

"Keep being HERE. Keep catching me. Keep—" Her voice breaks.

"Scarlett—"

She holds up a hand. "No. Don't. Don't say my name like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you still love me."

The parking lot goes very quiet.

Morton's face does something complicated. Pain and hope and fear all at once.

"What if I do?" he says quietly.

Sophie appears in the doorway. Thomas right behind her.

"Oh good," Sophie says brightly. "We're doing this in the parking lot. Very American. Very dramatic."

"Sophie," Thomas warns.

"What? This is fascinating. They're like a romance novel. The tortured divorcés. The unresolved passion. The—"

"Sophie."

She sighs. "Fine. I'll be quiet. But I'm watching. This is too good to miss."

Scarlett is staring at Morton. "You don't love me. You loved being married. That's different."

"I loved being married to you."

"ALEXANDER," my mother and I yell simultaneously.

"What? They're kissing really loud! That means—"

"That means NOTHING," I say firmly. "Get in the car. NOW."

I'm moving. Away from the Morton-Scarlett situation. Away from Hugo's meaningful words. Away from Thomas's sad eyes.

Toward my children. My car. My uncomplicated ice cream plan.

"Mama," Madison says as I slide into the passenger seat. "Is Uncle Morton going to marry Aunt Scarlett again?"

"Maybe, baby."

"Can you marry the same person twice?"

"Apparently."

"That's weird."

"Yes it is."

My mother starts the engine. "Ice cream?"

"Ice cream," I confirm. "The place on Amsterdam with the—"

"CHOCOLATE CHUNKS," Alexander shouts.

"Indoor voice, baby."

"But I'm excited!"

"Indoor excited voice."

He tries. It comes out as a stage whisper. "Chocolate chunks."

We pull out of the parking lot. Morton and Scarlett are still kissing.

Sophie is filming them on her phone.

Thomas is getting into his own car.