Read The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins novel by Artemis Z.Y. Updated 2025 -26 - The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 174

The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 174

Thomas is here?

**Mia’s POV**

His expression darkens. “I’m not sure. Let me check.” He speaks rapidly into his walkie–talkie, listening to the response with a deepening frown.

“Reporters,” “he says finally, turning back to me. “Three or four of them, trying to get onto the site. They’re claiming they’re doing a piece on innovative architectural design, but…”

He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. We both know they’re not here for the architecture.

“My apologies, Ms. Williams,” he continues. “This is a closed site. They shouldn’t be able to get in, but perhaps we should continue our inspection indoors.”

I consider the suggestion. Part of me wants to retreat, to avoid the confrontation. But another part–the part that’s increasingly tired of being pushed around–rebels against the idea.

“No,” I decide firmly. “This is my project, my site visit. I won’t be chased away.”

Javier looks surprised but nods. “As you wish. I’ll have security reinforce the entrance.”

We continue our inspection, moving from the sensory garden to the outdoor play area, where specialized equipment is being installed for children with varying physical and sensory needs. I try to focus on the work, on the important details that need my attention, but I can’t help glancing occasionally toward the entrance, where I can see Robert’s security team engaged in what appears to be a tense conversation with the would–be Intruders.

“The material for the climbing structure should be changed,” I tell Javier, forcing my attention back to the task at hand. “This rubber compound will get too hot in direct sunlight. Let’s switch to the composite we used for the sensory path instead.”

He makes a note on his clipboard, nodding in agreement. “Good catch. I’ll notify the supplier today.”

As we move toward the transition area between the outdoor space and the main building, I hear a commotion behind us. Turning, I see that two reporters have somehow made it past the security checkpoint and are hastening across the construction site, cameras ready, calling my name.

“Ms. Williams! Mia! Just a few questions about Kyle Branson’s statement yesterday!”

“Mia! Is it true you’re reconciling with your ex–husband? Can you confirm the pregnancy was planned?”

Their shouts ring out across the site, drawing the attention of every worker in the vicinity. Gas growls low in his throat,

positioning himself protectively in front of me.

“It’s alright, boy,” I murmur, though my heart is racing. I turn to Javier. “Is there another way inside?” Chapters first released on ⓝovelFind.net

He nods, grim–faced. “Through the delivery entrance. This way, quickly.”

We move as fast as my pregnant body allows, but the reporters are gaining ground. Robert’s security team is rushing to intercept them, but they won’t reach us in time.

Thomas is here?

“Ms. Williams!” One of them catches up to us just as we reach the door. “Liam Parker, Celebrity Watch. Our sources say you’ve been seen with Wallace Thomas. Can you confirm you’re dating while carrying Kyle Branson’s children?”

The brazen question stops me in my tracks. I turn slowly, facing the man with his camera and ingratiating smile.

“I’m inspecting a construction site,” I say coldly. “A therapeutic center for traumatized children. This is not the place for your gossip and intrusion.”

“Is it true you were never legally married to Kyle Branson?” he presses, undeterred. “That the relationship was a business arrangement that went sour?”

“That’s enough,” Javier steps forward, his usually friendly face stem. “This is a private site. You’re trespassing.

The reporter ignores him, his focus entirely on me. “Sources close to Taylor Matthews say you manipulated your way into Branson’s life, using your position as his secretary to seduce him. Care to comment?”

“No, I don’t care to comment,” I say, my voice shaking with controlled fury. “But I do care to point out that you are trespassing on private property, harassing a pregnant woman, and spreading malicious falsehoods that could be grounds for a defamation lawsuit.”

1 step closer to him, ignoring Javier’s warning hand on my arm. “You want a story? Here’s your story: I am an architect working on a center designed to help children heal from trauma. I am expecting twins in January. And I am utterly uninterested in feeding your tabloid garbage with comments about my personal life. Now get off this site before I have you physically removed and charged with harassment.”

The reporter looks taken aback by my outburst, but recovers quickly, a smirk spreading across his face. “So you deny the relationship with Thomas Wallace? Interesting, considering he’s waiting for you right now at the site

entrance.”

Iblink, momentarily confused. Thomas is here? Why would he-

Before I can process this new information, Robert’s security team finally reaches us, flanking me protectively.

“You need to leave, sir,” one of them says to the reporter, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

The other security guard speaks into his earpiece, presumably updating Robert on the situation.

The reporter backs away, but not before getting in one last jab. “Think about it, Ms. Williams. The public loves a good rebound story. Branson declares his love, you move on with his best friend’s brother. Juicy stuff.”

“Get him out of here,” I tell the security team, my patience completely evaporated. “And check if anyone else managed to sneak in.”

As they escort the unwelcome intruder away, Javier guides me through the delivery entrance and into the relative safety of the building. My heart is pounding, my hands shaking with a combination of fury and adrenaline.

“Are you alright, Ms. Williams?” Javier asks, genuine concern in his eyes. “I’m so sorry about that. We’ve never had security breaches like this before.”

Thomas is here?

“It’s not your fault,” I assure him, though my voice doesn’t sound quite like my own. “This isn’t about the center. It’s about me, or rather, about Kyle’s ridiculous press conference.”

Gas whines softly, pushing his nose against my hand. I scratch behind his ears, drawing comfort from his steady presence.

“Would you like to continue the inspection?” Javier asks hesitantly. “Or we could reschedule for another day when-”

“No,” I interrupt firmly. “I refuse to let these people disrupt my work. Let’s continue.”

The next forty–five minutes pass in a blur of technical discussions, material assessments, and design adjustments. I force myself to focus, to be present for this project that means so much to me. By the time we finish the interior inspection, I’m feeling calmer, more centered.

“Let’s head back to the car,” I tell Javier as we complete our final checklist. “I’ve seen everything I needed to see today.”

He nods, escorting me back toward the main entrance where Edmund should be waiting with the car. As we approach, I spot a familiar figure standing next to a sleek black Mercedes.

Thomas Wallace.