Read The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins novel by Artemis Z.Y. Updated 2025 -26 - The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 180

The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 180

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Mia’s POV

Before I could process what was happening, Kyle’s mouth was on mine, desperate and demanding, tasting of expensive scotch and poor decisions. For a split second, I froze, my brain struggling to catch up with this sudden violation. Gas’s barking grew more frantic beside me, his protective instincts in full force as Kyle’s hands gripped my shoulders.

The initial shock wore off, replaced by a surge of white–hot anger that coursed through my veins. With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I shoved hard against Kyle’s chest, breaking free from his grip. He stumbled backward, momentarily off–balance, giving me just enough space to raise my hand and deliver a stinging slap across his face..

The crack of palm against cheek echoed through the narrow alley, punctuated by Gas’s continuing barks.

“How dare you,” I hissed, my entire body trembling with rage. “How dare you grab me like that, touch me like that.”

Kyle stood frozen, his hand rising slowly to his reddening cheek

“Mia-” he started, his voice hoarse.

“Get out,” I cut him off, my voice dropping to a dangerous chill. “Get out of my sight before I call the police and report you for assaulting a pregnant woman.‘

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” I countered, backing toward the service door. “You grabbed me. You forced yourself on me. In a dark alley. While drunk. Do you know what that is? Do you know what you’ve done?”

“I never meant to-

“I don’t care what you meant,” I interrupted, my hand instinctively moving to protect my belly, where the twins had gone uncharacteristically still,

as if sensing the danger. “Your intentions don’t matter. Your feelings don’t matter. What matters is your actions, and your actions have crossed the line.”

Gas positioned himself firmly between us, his teeth bared, a continuous growl rumbling from his chest.

“What do you think I am? Your toy? Your whore?” The words spilled out, acidic and raw. “When you don’t love me, you push me aside. When you decide you’re interested, I’m supposed to comply? You’re unbelievable, Kyle. You’re shameless.”

Kyle took a halting step forward. “Please, Mia, let me explain-

“There is nothing to explain,” I shot back, feeling the door handle behind me. My fingers closed around it, relief flooding through me as it turned easily. “A man who treats a woman like this–a pregnant woman–doesn’t deserve explanations. Doesn’t deserve second chances.”

“I just needed to see you, to make you understand-”

“Understand what

I demanded, pushing the door open wider behind me. “That you’re a man who uses wealth

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and power to control everyone around you? That when you don’t get what you want, you resort to force? I understand perfectly, Kyle. I’ve always understood. I just refused to see it until now.

His face crumpled, the handsome features I once loved now twisted with a desperate anguish that might have moved me once. Not anymore.

“Mia, please,” he choked out, the drunken slur giving way to something that sounded almost like a sob. “I can’t imagine losing you forever.”

“You’ve already lost me,” I replied, each word dropping like ice. “You lost me a thousand times, Kyle. You lost me when you chose Taylor over me. You lost me when you refused to believe me about our first babies. You lost me when you let me fall and bleed on those marble stairs. No press conference or drunken ambush can change that.”

Gas continued barking wildly, his protective instincts fully engaged. I reached down to place a gentle hand on his head, never taking my eyes off Kyle.

“Get away from me,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “If you ever attack a pregnant woman again, I will call the police immediately. I don’t care who you are or how much money you have.”

There must have been something in my tone that penetrated the fog of his intoxication. Kyle took a step back, then another, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

I’m s

sorry,” he murmured, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “I would never hurt you, Mia.”

“But you have hurt me,” I said simply. “Over and over and over again. I won’t let you hurt me anymore.”

Without waiting for a response, 1 pulled Gas through the door, slamming it firmly behind us. My hands trembled violently as I fumbled for the service elevator buttons, leaning against the wall for support as I waited for it to

arrive.

Gas pressed against my leg, letting out a soft whimper of concern. I reached down to scratch behind his ears, grateful beyond words for his steadfast presence.

“Good boy,” I whispered, my voice catching. “You did so well.”

The elevator arrived with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, sagging against the wall as the doors closed. Only then did the full reality of what had just happened hit me–Kyle had physically grabbed me, forced a kiss on me, drunk and desperate in a dark alley. The violation sent a cold shiver down my spine.

After sobering up, a drunkard’s regret is often forgotten, I reminded myself. I needed to be prepared for whatever came next. Because there would be a next time–there always was with Kyle Branson.

The elevator climbed slowly toward my floor, each floor marked by a soft chime that seemed to echo the pounding of my heart. The twins began to move again, as if awakening from their momentary stillness, and I rubbed my belly in slow, soothing circles.

“It’s okay

okay,” I murmured, whether to the babies or to myself, I wasn’t sure. “We’re okay. We’re safe now.”