The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 84

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Mia’s POV

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There’s something magical about watching your best friend get married, even when you know it started as a business arrangement. Scarlett’s face glowed as she recited her vows, her eyes never leaving Morton’s. For someone who claimed this was just a contract, she certainly looked like a woman in love.

The afternoon light streamed through the stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across her white dress as Morton slipped the ring onto her finger. His hands were steady.

The ancient cathedral’s acoustics carried their voices to every corner. Scarlett’s clear and strong, Morton’s deeper but somehow gentler than I’d ever heard him speak. Their words echoed off centuries–old stone, witnessed by marble saints and gilded angels.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The cheer that erupted seemed to shake the crystal chandeliers. I know one thing that no one would refuse, no matter if you come from a poor or wealthy background, and that is happiness. I think everyone here would be moved by this scene.

“Here.” Jeo materialized beside me, “You’re going to ruin your makeup.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

The reception transformed the already opulent ballroom into something from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across tables draped in hand–embroidered silk, each place setting a small work of art with hand–calligraphed name cards and arrangements of white orchids floating in crystal bowls. The champagne wasn’t just any champagne – it was vintage Dom Pérignon, flowing like water from fountains.

-Morton led Scarlett onto the dance floor for their first dance, the string quartet starting up a traditional waltz. But this was Scarlett – even in her massive designer gown, she managed to add just enough flair to make several older guests exchange scandalized looks. The way she moved in Morton’s arms spoke of countless dance lessons, but there was a natural joy in her movements that no amount of training could fake.

“May I have this dance?” Jeo’s eyes twinkled with familiar warmth

“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass.” I managed an apologetic smile, “I don’t feel very well today.”

Understanding flickered in his eyes immediately. That was the thing about Jeo. He never needed long explanations. “Save me one for later then?”

“Maybe.” But we both knew I wouldn’t. He was already moving away with his characteristic grace, smoothly transitioning to ask another guest to dance.

“Mia?” Thomas’s voice carried that cultured tone that came from years of the finest schools, but underneath I could still hear traces of the boy who used to scold us for climbing trees in our good clothes. He took two glasses of champagne.

I shook my head slightly and jiggled my glass. The sparkling cider, doctored with some fancy French syrup to look exactly like the real thing. Even the crystal flute had been specially marked with a tiny blue dot on the stem so the servers would know which ones were mine. “She thinks of everything.”

Thomas leaned against one of the marble pillars, his height making even that casual pose look elegant. The warm lighting caught the silver threads in his charcoal suit, subtle details that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent.” Remember when she tried to teach us the foxtrot using YouTube videos?”

“God, yes.” The memory made me laugh despite myself. “In your parents‘ library, using those ancient oriental rugs as floor markers. You were so patient with her, even when she kept stepping on your feet.”

“How are you doing? Really?“His voice gentled, taking on that tone he used to use when we were kids and something had upset

1. us.

I met his concerned gaze, noticing how the years had added character to his already handsome face. There was something so

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steady about Thomas, like a port in a storm. The kind of person who could handle any truth you gave him without flinching I’m okay. The divorce is final, and I’m focusing on work.”

“So I’ve heard.” He adjusted his platinum cufflinks.

The click of expensive shoes on marble interrupted us. Kyle approached with another man, both in suits that probably came from the same exclusive tailor judging by the distinctive cut. The stranger’s face lit up with recognition at the sight of Thomas, his perfect white smile a testament to expensive dentistry.

“Tommy Wallace!” His voice carried that particular timbre of old money–confident without trying, bred in the bone. “I thought Hong Kong had claimed you for good!”

“Ryan Matthews.” Thomas clasped his hand warmly, the greeting of men who’d known each other since prep school. “Still crashing parties above your social station?”

“Please, like I’d miss this.” Ryan’s grin was infectious, his whole manner radiating that easy charm that came from never having to worry about anything, His signet ring caught the light as he gestured expansively. “Though I have to say, I didn’t expect Morton to be the second to cave to tradition. My money was on you.”

Kyle, who had been standing slightly apart from us, went still. The perfect line of his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

“Speaking of which,” Ryan continued, either oblivious to or ignoring the sudden tension. He turned to Kyle with the familiarity of old friends. “Kyle, where’s that wife of yours? The secretary turned fairy tale princess? Where did you hide her?”

The silence that followed felt like glass about to shatter. I can’t help but wonder how Kyle would reply.

“We’re divorced.” Kyle’s voice was perfectly controlled.

“Oh.” Ryan’s enthusiasm dimmed slightly, color rising in his tanned cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“Thomas!” Morton’s mother’s voice cut through the tension like a silver knife. She stood near the flower–laden dessert table, dripping in diamonds that had probably been in the family for generations. “Be a dear and help me with something?”

“Of course.” Thomas touched my arm lightly, his fingers warm through the silk of my dress. “Excuse us. Ryan, come meet my mother’s new party planner. You won’t believe what she’s charging…”

They moved away, leaving me alone with Kyle. I thought Kyle would leave too. But he didn’t. The orchestra started another waltz, the music suddenly too loud in our bubble of charged silence. The scent of roses felt cloying now, almost suffocating.

“How have you been?” His voice was careful, neutral, but his eyes tracked every movement I made.

“Fine.“I took another sip of my fake champagne, needing something to do with my hands. The crystal was cool against my fingers, grounding me somehow. “Busy with work.”

He studied me for a long moment, and I forced myself not to fidget under his scrutiny. “That dress doesn’t suit you.”

The words hit like a physical blow. “Excuse me?” My voice came out louder than I felt.

“It’s not your style.” His eyes tracked over the flowing fabric again, lingering on places where the careful draping concealed my changing body.

How can he have the nerve to criticize my clothes?

Something hot and angry unfurled in my chest. “You know what else doesn’t suit me?” The words tasted like bitter wine on my tongue. “A marriage full of lies!“I suddenly thought of something. And! Tell your girlfriend to give me back the pendant she stole from me!”

His whole body went still. “What did you say?”

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