The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Let Me Go

Chapter 12 Let Me Go

Mia’s POV

In the haze between consciousness and darkness, memories floated like scattered photographs, each one more painful than the last. The sedatives coursing through my veins turned my mind into a kaleidoscope of moments I’d tried so hard to forget.

“Mr. Branson will see you now.”

The first time I saw Kyle in his office, tall and imposing behind that mahogany desk. I’d straightened my simple black dress, trying to look professional despite my racing heart. He hadn’t recognized me from high school, of course. To him, I was just another candidate for the secretary position.

“Your references are impressive, Miss Williams.”

His voice had been cold even then, clinical. I should have known. Should have seen the signs.

The scene shifted, blurred, reformed.

“The board needs me married.” Kyle’s voice echoed through my drug–induced dreams. “Someone quiet. Someone who won’t cause problems.” The contract had sat between us on his desk, stark black text on white paper. A business arrangement, nothing more. “I hope you don’t have any other ideas.”

But I had. God help me, I’d had so many ideas. Dreams of love growing slowly, of ice melting to reveal warmth beneath. Such a fool I’d been.

And then I saw our wedding day. No white dress, no flowers. Just a registry office and Linda as our witness. Kyle had checked his phone throughout the ceremony, probably texting Taylor. I’d worn a pale blue dress I’d saved three months to buy, hoping he might notice. He hadn’t.

“The ring is just for appearances,” he’d said, sliding the platinum band onto my finger. “Don’t read too much into it.”

Three years of moments that had slowly killed my heart.

Kyle working late, his desk lamp casting shadows across papers I now knew were just excuses to meet Taylor.

Dinners alone in our beautiful house, waiting for a husband who never came home.

The way he’d touch me in the darkness, passionate but empty, never staying until morning.

“This is just physical,” he’d remind me afterward. “Don’t confuse it with something else.”

But I had confused it, hadn’t I? Confused duty with desire, obligation with love. Every cold word, every distant look I’d explained them all away, building castles on foundations of sand.

The scene changed again. I was standing in our bedroom, staring at the pregnancy test. Two lines. Two lives. Hope had bloomed then, fragile and desperate. Maybe this would change everything. Maybe babies–our babies–would finally make him see me.

“Children would be… inconvenient.”

His words at dinner echoed through my mind, cutting deeper now than they had before. In my dream, I watched my stomach swell, grow round with the precious lives we’d created. But Kyle wasn’t there. He was with Taylor, their silhouettes dark against a setting sun.

Then pain. Sharp, tearing pain. My belly deflated like a balloon, emptiness replacing fullness. “No!” I screamed in my dream.” Please, God, not my babies! Please!”

But God wasn’t listening. No one was listening.

The darkness swirled, and I was fifteen again, watching my father carry Taylor across our threshold. “This is your new sister,” he’d said, while my mother’s pictures were still warm on the walls. Taylor had smiled then, the same smile she’d worn tonight at the top of the stairs.

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Chapter 12 Let Me Go

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“Everything you have will be mine,” she’d whispered later, when Bad couldn’t hear. “Everything you love, everything you are…. I’ll take it all.”

And she had, hadn’t she? My father’s love. My inheritance. My home. And now Kyle. Always Kyle.

Everything was twisted, distorted. Kyle’s face morphed into Taylors and back again. Their laughter echoed through my mind, mocking my pain, my loss, my foolish dreams of love.

“You knew what this was,” Kyle’s voice reminded me. “It was all in the contract.”

Yes, it had been. Every cold clause, every loveless provision. A martage of convenience that had become my prison.

“Mia?” A distant voice penetrated the fog. “Mia, can you hear me?

My eyes felt heavy, weighted with tears I couldn’t shed. The hospital room slowly came into focus, its sterile whiteness a stark contrast to the darkness of my dreams. Scarlett sat beside my bed, her red hair wild, her eyes swollen from crying

“Oh, thank God,” she whispered, grabbing my hand. “You’ve been out for hours. I was so worried…”

I tried to speak, but my throat was raw. Scarlett quickly held a cup of water to my lips.

“The babies,” I managed finally. “My babies…”

Scarlett’s face crumpled. Her grip on my hand tightened, and I knew. I knew before she spoke, before she could form the words that would shatter what was left of my world.

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