The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 A slim blonde woman.

Mia’s POV

I was about to stand up, but my big belly made it impossible. “Shut up, Kyle.“I said.

+25 BONUS

“Please, just hear me out,” he interrupted gently. “You were right that I was confused. Finding out you were the girl from the warehouse…”

I shook my head. “I can’t listen to this anymore, Kyle.”

As if he didn’t hear what I said, he continued, undeterred. “But you were wrong about one thing. I didn’t suddenly start loving you because of that revelation. It just forced me to acknowledge what I’d been suppressing for years.”

This is ridiculous.

“Kyle, shut the fuck up.,” I said, “Stop. “This isn’t the time or place for this conversation.”

Kyle looked like he wanted to argue, but after a moment, he nodded, respecting my boundary. “You’re right. I apologize.” We lapsed into silence again, this one more charged than before. I stared at the elevator doors, willing them to open and rescue me from this increasingly complicated situation.

As if in answer to my silent plea, a loud clanking sound came from the elevator shaft, followed by voices echoing down from above.

“Hello?” a muffled voice called. “Is anyone down there?”

“Yes!” Kyle shouted immediately, jumping to his feet. “We’re trapped on

B3!”

More sounds of movement, then the voice called again, clearer this time. “We’re working on getting the doors open. Are you alright?”

“We’re fine,” Kyle replied. “But my companion is pregnant, so please hurry.”

“Understood, sir. Sit tight, we’ll have you out shortly.”

Relief washed over me. Freedom was coming. I tried to stand, but my legs had stiffened from sitting too long, and I winced at the effort.

Kyle was immediately at my side, offering his hand. “Let me help you,” he said quietly.

I hesitated, then accepted his assistance, allowing him to support my weight as I pushed myself up. His hand was warm and solid around mine, steadying me as I found my balance.

“They’re coming,” he said unnecessarily. “It shouldn’t be long now.”

I nodded, one hand on my lower back as I stretched carefully, trying to ease the stiffness.

The mechanical sounds grew louder, and then with a grinding screech, the elevator doors were forced open. Two maintenance workers in blue uniforms appeared, flashlights illuminating the dim space.

“Mr. Branson?” one recognized Kyle immediately. “Are you folks alright?”

“We’re fine,” Kyle assured them. “Just ready to get out of here.”

“We’ve got a service elevator working on the other side of this level,” the worker explained. “If you’ll follow us, we can get you back upstairs.”

Kyle turned to me. “Ready?”

I nodded, gathering my purse. As we followed the maintenance workers through the darkened basement, Kyle stayed close, occasionally offering his arm when we had to navigate around construction materials or uneven flooring. I accepted his

1/3

Chapter 147 A slim blonderwoman

+25 BONUS

assistance, too tired and uncomfortable to maintain my pride.

The service elevator was industrial and bare–bones, but it worked carrying us smoothly back to the main floor of the hospital. As we stepped out into the brightly lit corridor, the contrast with the dim basement was almost jarring.

“I don’t think either of us has given a statement,” Kyle said as the maintenance workers excused themselves. “We should probably talk to hospital management about what happened.”

“You handle it,” I said, suddenly exhausted. “I just want to go home.”

Kyle studied my face for a moment, then nodded. “At least let me walk you to a taxi.”

I started to protest, then reconsidered. The truth was, I was tired and sore, and the thought of navigating the hospital exit and finding transportation on my own was daunting.

“Fine,” I conceded.

We walked toward the main entrance, Kyle automatically slowing his pace to match mine. I realized I was still wearing his suit jacket and started to shrug it off.

“Keep it for now,” he said. “You can return it another time.”

I nodded, too tired to argue. The jacket was warm, and the hospital corridors were chilly with excessive air conditioning

When we reached the main entrance, Kyle insisted on hailing a taxi himself, speaking to the driver in low tones before opening

the door for me.

“The fare’s taken care of,” he said as I moved to get in.

“That’s not necessary,” I protested.

“Please, Mia,” he said quietly. “Let me do this small thing.”

I sighed, knowing this wasn’t worth fighting over. “Thank you,” I said, settling into the back seat.

Kyle nodded, closing the door carefully. Through the window, I saw him step back, watching as the taxi pulled away from the

curb.

As the hospital receded in the distance, I leaned back against the seat. I still didn’t trust him.

Every time he says the word “love,” I can’t help but feel angry.

The twins shifted again, their movements becoming more pronounced as I relaxed into the seat. Kyle’s sons had responded to their father’s voice and touch today. That was undeniable. Whatever my feelings toward Kyle, I couldn’t ignore the biological connection between him and our children.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text, finally reconnected to service. It was from my mother:

Where are you? Expected you home an ho

I typed a quick response:

ago. Everything okay?

Sorry for the worry. Got stuck in a hospital elevator for a while. On my way home now. All fine.

Her reply was immediate:

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify