His Secret Baby: Six Months After Divorce (Mia and Ethan) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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“Oh, Miranda. I didn’t know you had company.”

Chloe’s su melodic voice sliced through the heavy silence. Her eyes landed on Mia, and for a fraction of a second, her flawless smile

faltered.

Mia was sitting quietly on the sofa, wearing no makeup and dressed in a bulky oversized sweater, yet she still possessed a breathtaking, effortless beauty that made Chloe’s blood boil. It was the kind of beauty that made other women instantly insecure.

No wonder Ethan married her, Chloe thought viciously, her manicured nails biting into her palms.

Miranda, however, didn’t miss a beat. She sneered, giving Mia a look of absolute disdain. “Just an unwelcome guest. Lila brings anyone into this house these days.”

She grabbed Chloe’s hand and pulled her down onto the sofa, completely icing Mia out of the conversation.

“Grandpa, Grandma! Ethan and I just got back from Paris, and I picked out gifts specifically for you!” Chloe chirped, playing the part of the perfect, golden future daughter–in–law.

She eagerly handed out designer boxes to everyone. When she handed the last bag to Miranda, she purposely raised her voice. “This one’s for Ethan. Miranda, would you mind keeping it for him? He was so busy taking care of me on the trip, he didn’t even have time to shop for himself.”

Miranda beamed, her face lighting up with a triumphant glare aimed straight at Mia. “You’re such a sweetheart, Chloe. Ethan never brings us anything when he travels alone. He needs a proper woman to take care of him.”

Lila let out a loud, obnoxious snort and leaned toward Mia. “You used to bring her gifts all the time,” she whispered loudly. “I never saw her crack a smile like that for you.”

Mia didn’t say a word. Her hand, hidden in the folds of her coat, clenched into a tight fist.

It made sense. Chloe had the pedigree, the wealth, and the charm. More importantly, she was the one Ethan actually wanted.

Mia swallowed the bitter lump in her throat. She stood up, her posture perfectly straight, maintaining every ounce of her dignity.

“Grandpa, Grandma, Mrs. Hale… I shouldn’t overstay my welcome,” Mia said, her voice steady and polite. “Happy early New Year.”

Mrs. Hale Sr. looked heartbroken but nodded gently, knowing the environment was too toxic for Mia to endure. “Get home safe, my sweet girl.”

Mia turned on her heel and walked toward the grand foyer. She just needed to slip on her shoes and walk out the door. Freedom was literally steps away.

But just as her hand touched the cold brass of the doorknob, a deep, authoritative voice drifted down from the second–floor landing.

‘Mia.”

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