Read The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins novel by Artemis Z.Y. Updated 2025 -26 - The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 167

The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 167

Kyle isn’t Darcy

Mia’s POV

Understanding then happiness in his face. “You saw me in the hallway.”

It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.

Kyle visibly brightened up. “You saw me in the hallway.” He repeated.

I wanted to tell him that I was not deaf.

But he quickly added, “With Alexis Moore,” he continues. “My new PR director.”

“Oh. “I looked away. “Okay.”

So that’s who she is. His PR director. I keep my expression carefully neutral. “It doesn’t matter who she is, Kyle.

I just needed to know what you’re doing about these articles. The lies they’re spreading about me. About us.”

I could tell Kyle was studying my expression carefully. “Are you jealous, Mia?”

I rolled my eyes. This bastard. “I think I should tell my mom that the five minutes are up.”

He stopped me.

He cleared his throat. “That’s exactly what Alexis and I were discussing,” he says. “Our strategy for addressing the media situation.”

“And?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue.

“And I’m handling it,” he says. “Robert is filing injunctions, as I’m sure he’s told you. My legal team is sending cease and desist letters to the most egregious offenders. And we’re preparing a formal statement to set the record straight.”

“A statement.” I repeat the word, skeptical. “You think that will be enough?”

“It’s a start.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Mia, I need to know something. Did you really come to my office just to discuss PR strategy? Or was there another reason?”

The question catches me off guard. “What other reason would there be?”

He studies me for a long moment, his gray eyes unreadable. “You tell me.”

Before I can formulate a response, Mom appears in the doorway. “Your five minutes are up, Mr. Branson.”

Kyle sighs, his hand lingering a moment longer before he withdraws it. “Thank you for seeing me, Mia.” He stands, straightening his suit jacket with a practiced motion. “I’ll let you know when the statement is ready to be released. And I’d like to attend the next appointment with Dr. Matthews, if you’ll allow it.”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

“Rest,” he says, and it sounds almost like a plea. “Please.”

Kyle isn’t Darcy

Then he’s gone, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of his cologne and the phantom warmth of his hand on my belly.

Mom watches me carefully as the door closes behind him. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” I say automatically, though we both know it’s a lie.

“What did he want?”

“To discuss the media situation,” I say, which is true enough. “And to ask about attending the next doctor’s appointment.”

Mom raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. “You should lie down again. You’re looking pale.”

She’s right. The brief encounter with Kyle has drained what little energy I’d recovered during my nap. I allow her to help me back to my bedroom, where Gas is waiting, his tail thumping against the mattress at my return.

“Call if you need anything,” Mom says, closing the door softly behind her.

Alone again, I sink onto the edge of the bed.

Kyle is as cunning as a serpent. He must have sensed my mixed feelings towards him. The bastard.

And my damn jealousy had been completely unwarranted, a product of pregnancy hormones and my own insecurities. Chapters first released on FіndNovel.net

I lie back against the pillows. Sleep comes quickly this time, deep and dreamless.

When I wake, the room is dark save for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through my curtains. I check my phone–just past 7:00 PM. I’ve slept the entire afternoon away.

Gas whines softly, reminding me he probably needs a walk after being cooped up all day. I push myself up, wincing at the stiffness in my back. The simple act of standing requires more effort than it should, my body heavy and awkward at nearly eight months pregnant with twins.

In the living room, I find Mom reading on the sofa, a half–eaten sandwich on the coffee table beside her.

“You’re up,” she says, setting her book aside. “Feeling better?”

“Somewhat,” I admit. “Gas needs a walk.”

“I took him out an hour ago,” she assures me. “He’s fine. Are you hungry? I made sandwiches.”

My stomach growls in response. “Starving, actually.”

“Sit,” she instructs, already heading to the kitchen. “I’ll bring you a plate.”

By the time I’ve finished eating, I’m feeling more human again, though still utterly drained from the day’s

events.

“I think I’ll take a shower,” I announce, pushing myself up from the sofa. “Then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

The hot water works so well. Clean and wrapped in my favorite oversized robe, I return to the living room to find Mom setting up a movie on the television, a cozy–looking throw blanket draped over the sofa.

“Better?” she asks, noting my relaxed expression.

“Much,” I agree, settling onto the sofa and tucking the blanket around my legs. “What are we watching?”

“Pride and Prejudice,” she says, a small smile playing at her lips. “The Colin Firth version, of course.”

“Of course,” I echo.

When I see Elizabeth finally say yes. My eyes are wet. I’ve been reading this story since I could read. I don’t know how many times I’ve read it. And today I just realized. It ruined me. It spoiled me. It made me expect too much from love.

But Kyle isn’t Darcy.