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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 165

 Uncertainties

Mia’s POV

Mom studies my face for a long moment, then sighs. “I’ll call Edmund. At least he’s a security–cleared driver.”

“Thank you.” I grab my purse and phone, relieved to avoid further argument.

Mom makes the call, her voice clipped as she arranges for Edmund to pick me up immediately. When she hangs up, she turns to me with a stern expression.

“One hour. That’s all. Then you come straight back here to rest.”

“One hour,” I agree, knowing better than to push my luck.

Gas whines as he watches me prepare to leave, clearly unhappy about being left behind.

“Sorry, buddy,” I tell him, crouching awkwardly to give him a quick hug. “I’ll be back soon. Take care of

Grandma for me.”

The doorbell rings–Edmund arriving more quickly than I’d expected. Mom gives me one last searching look.

“Be careful,” she says quietly. “And call me if you need anything–anything at all.”

“I will,” I promise, kissing her cheek before heading for the door.

Edmund greets me with professional courtesy, opening the car door and helping me inside before confirming our destination.

“Branson Industries headquarters, please,” I tell him, settling back against the leather seat.

As we pull away from the curb, I notice a black SUV parked across the street–part of the security detail Kyle had arranged. It pulls out behind us, maintaining a discreet distance. At least Kyle’s security protocols are still functioning, even if his communication skills are currently lacking.

Traffic is mercifully light, allowing us to make good time toward the gleaming skyscraper that houses Branson Industries‘ global headquarters. I’ve been there countless times before—as Kyle’s secretary, then his wife, always in his shadow. Now ex–wife.

It’s no surprise that the news wrote me off as his surrogate, this whole thing is ridiculous in itself.

Let the receptionist try to turn me away. I’d like to see them try.

My phone buzzes with a text from Scarlett:

“Where are you?? Mom called panicking. Please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.

I type back a quick reply:

“Just need to talk to Kyle face–to–face. Will be fine. Back home in an hour.”

Her response comes immediately:

“OMG you’re insane. Hang on, I’ll meet you there. DO NOT GO IN ALONE. Paparazzi are camped outside B.I.”

I hadn’t considered that. Of course the media would be waiting outside Kyle’s office building, hoping to catch a statement or a reaction. The last thing I need is to be photographed waddling into Kyle’s building looking emotional and desperate–it would feed directly into their narrative.

“We may need to use the service entrance,” I tell Edmund, showing him Scarlett’s text.

He nods, already adjusting our route. “Ms. Morton informed me of the situation when she called. We’ll approach from the parking garage. Security has been alerted to expect us.”

Of course Scarlett had thought ahead. I send her another quick text:

“Edmund’s taking me through garage entrance. See you inside?”

“On my way,” she replies. “DO NOT TALK TO ANYONE until I get there.”

As we approach the building, I can see she wasn’t exaggerating. A small crowd of photographers and reporters

has gathered near the main entrance, cameras at the ready. Edmund smoothly bypasses them, turning into the private parking garage entrance where a security guard steps forward to check his credentials.

After a brief verification, we’re waved through, descending into the dim concrete structure beneath the building. Edmund pulls up near a service elevator, where another security guard is waiting.

“Mrs. Branson,” he greets me formally, opening my door. “Ms. Morton asked me to escort you upstairs.”

I blink at the use of my married name–technically, I’m Ms. Williams again–but don’t correct him. Now isn’t the time for clarifications about my marital status.

“Thank you.” I turn to Edmund. “I shouldn’t be long.”

“I’ll wait here, ma’am,” he assures me.

The security guard leads me to a service elevator, scanning his badge to summon it. “Ms. Morton said to take you directly to the executive floor.”

The elevator arrives with a soft chime, and we step inside. As we begin our ascent, I feel the twins shift again, one of them–probably Twin B, the more active one–delivering a sharp kick just beneath my ribs.

“You okay, ma’am?” the guard asks, noticing my wince.

“Fine,” I assure him. “Just the babies saying hello.”

He smiles politely but looks relieved when the elevator doors finally open onto the executive floor.

The reception area is eerily quiet–unusual for the hub of a global corporation in the middle of a workday. The guard gestures toward a seating area.

“Ms. Morton asked if you would wait here. She should be arriving shortly.”

I nod, sinking gratefully into one of the plush chairs. The walk from the car to the elevator, though brief, has left me more tired than I want to admit. Perhaps Mom was right about the bed rest.

Chapter 165 Uncertainties

Minutes tick by. I check my phone–still no messages from Kyle. Where is he? Is he even in the building? I realize I’ve acted on impulse, assuming Kyle would be here, available to see me. What if he’s across town, or in a meeting that can’t be interrupted?

I’m debating whether to text Scarlett again when the elevator doors open, revealing my red–headed best friend in all her glory. She’s dressed in a sleek black pantsuit, her hair swept back in a professional updo, makeup flawless despite the harried look in her eyes.

“Mia!” She rushes toward me, arms outstretched. “What were you thinking, coming here now? With the media circus outside?”

“I need to talk to Kyle,” I say simply, accepting her brief hug. “He’s not answering his phone.”

“That’s because he’s been in back–to–back meetings with legal and PR since dawn,” she explains, lowering her voice. “Morton filled me in. It’s chaos, Mia. These stories blindsided everyone.”

“Is Kyle here?” I ask, getting to the point.

Scarlett hesitates. “He was earlier. Morton’s trying to locate him now.”

I narrow my eyes. “Trying to locate him? What does that mean?”

“It means he stepped out about twenty minutes ago, saying he had an urgent matter to attend to.” Scarlett glances at her phone. “Morton’s texting the security team to track him down.”

Frustration wells up inside me. I’ve come all this way, breaking my doctor’s orders, only to find that Kyle isn’t even here?

“I’ll wait,” I decide, settling more firmly into my chair. “He has to come back eventually.‘

Scarlett looks like she wants to argue but thinks better of it. “Fine. But not here in reception. Let’s go to meeting room at least. It’s more private.”

I allow her to help me up, and we walk slowly down the corridor toward the executive offices. The familiar surroundings bring back memories of my time working here.

Linda came and sent me the water. We didn’t meet for a while. I check my watch. Nearly noon. “Linda, please call Kyle,” I tell Morton. “Tell him I’m here waiting.”

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I saw Linda gone. I feel a flutter of doubt. Am I overreacting? Being overly dramatic? Maybe I should have waited for Kyle to call me back, trusted that he was handling the situation.

But then I remember the vicious headlines, the twisted narrative painting me as a gold–digging surrogate, the implication that I’ve been lying about my relationship with Kyle all along. No, I need answers now. I need to know what Kyle is doing to fix this, and why he hasn’t reached out to me directly. 1

I really needed a few sure things after a morning that had seen so much happen.