The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Helen’s To Cooperate

Mia’s POV

The twins were already awake, their movements gentle but persistent beneath my ribs. “Good morning to you two,“1 murmured.

The smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen. The real coffee, not the decat I’d been restricted to That meant mom was up. I carefully pushed myself to sitting. Gas immediately perked up, his tail thumping against the mattress as he watched me with adoration.

“Yes, we’re getting up,” I told him, scratching behind his ears. “Wanna play?”

I slipped on my robe and made my way to the kitchen, Gas trotting faithfully at my heels. Mom stood at the counter, butter knife in hand, spreading something on toast. She looked up at my entrance, her face lighting with a smile that still caught me off guard sometimes. To have her back in my life.

“There you are,” she said. “I was wondering if jet lag would keep you in bed all day.”

“The smell of breakfast was too tempting,” I replied, easing myself onto a kitchen stool.

Mom slid a plate of toast in front of me, whole grain with avocado and a sprinkle of salt. A glass of orange juice appeared beside

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“Eat.” she instructed.

“What’s the agenda?” I asked between bites.

Mom’s expression turned slightly more serious as she took the seat across from me, her own toast untouched.

“Robert called this morning,” she said. “The DA wants to move our meeting up to today if possible. Apparently, there have been some developments in your father’s case.”

I set down my toast, suddenly less hungry. “What kind of developments?”

“He wouldn’t say over the phone.” Mom’s fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup. “But he sounded… pleased. I think it’s good news for us.”

“What time?”

“Two o’clock. I told him we’d confirm once you were awake.” She studied my face. “If you’re too tired, I’m sure they can wait until tomorrow.”

I considered it. I’ve been resting for two days. It’s time to get back to all these things.

“Two o’clock works,” I decided. “Might as well get it over with.”

Mom nodded.

Gas whined softly, pressing his nose against my leg. He’d been unusually clingy since my return, as if afraid I might disappear again.

“I should take him for a walk,” I said, reaching down to stroke his soft fur. “He must have missed our morning routine.”

I finished my breakfast and changed into comfortable leggings and an oversized sweater that accommodated my growing bump while still looking presentable enough for a neighborhood walk. Gas nearly tripped me in his excitement as I retrieved his leash from the hook by the door.

“Easy, buddy,” I laughed. “I’m not as nimble as I used to be.”

The autumn air held a crisp edge as we stepped outside, the city already alive with morning energy. Yellow taxis honked, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks clutching coffee cups, and street vendors were setting up for the day. After the more leisurely pace of Paris, New York’s relentless rhythm felt both jarring and comfortingly familiar.

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Chapter 142 Helen’s To Cooperate

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Gas pranced beside me, occasionally glancing up as if to confirm I was still there. We made our way to the small neighborhood park where we’d spent countless mornings together. The familiar path, the bench where I often rested, the spot under the maple tree where Gas liked to sniff–it all felt like stepping back into a life I’d temporarily set aside.

I settled on our usual bench, my hand resting on my bump as I watched Gas explore the morning scents with enthusiasm. An elderly woman walking a tiny Pomeranian smiled as she passed.

“Those two are getting big,” she commented, nodding toward my stomach.

I returned her smile. “Yes, they are.”

“Twins?”

“Boys,” I confirmed, still feeling a small thrill at saying it aloud. “Due in January.”

“Wonderful,” she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “My sister had twins. Double the work, double the joy, she always said.

“That’s what everyone tells me,” I replied, the standard response becoming almost automatic.

Gas returned to me, having completed his inspection of the park’s perimeter. He placed his chin on my knee, looking up with soulful eyes.

We walked home at a leisurely pace, my hand occasionally drifting to my bump as the twins shifted and kicked. Twenty–four weeks pregnant. According to my pregnancy app, they were the size of corn on the cob now, with fully formed faces and fingerprints uniquely their own. The thought never failed to amaze me.

When we arrived back at the apartment, Mom was on the phone, her expression serious. She nodded at me as I entered, then returned to her conversation.

“Yes, Robert. We’ll be there. Two o’clock sharp.” She paused, listening. “Of course. Thank you for the update.”

She ended the call, setting her phone on the coffee table with deliberate care.

“That was Robert,” she said, somewhat unnecessarily. “The DA has new evidence. Something about financial transactions they’ve traced to offshore accounts.”

“Dad’s escape plan?” I guessed, remembering how he’d always boasted about being ten steps ahead of everyone else.

“Perhaps.” Mom’s mouth curved in a cold smile that held no humor. “Though it seems he wasn’t quite as clever as he thought.”

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