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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 199

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Mia’s POV

I stared at the photograph, my brain struggling to process what I was seeing. The woman in the picture looked exactly like Diana Porter. But the timeline didn’t make sense. If Diana Porter had only given birth to a daughter, how could she be the mother of Nate and his brother?

“Yiayia,” I began hesitantly, “did Thea ever use another name? Perhaps for work or… before she married?”

Ylayia tilted her head, considering the question. “No, always Thea. Short for Dorothea.” She smiled fondly at the photograph. “My beautiful Dorothea.”

Not Diana, then.

I thought about how to say this.” Yiayia, did Thea ever mention having a sister?Yiayia’s eyes narrowed slightly. I added, “You may not believe it, but I’ve seen someone who looks exactly like Thea. Someone from many years ago.”

Yiayla’s weathered hands stilled on the table. She studied my face intently, and her shoulders relaxed slightly.

She reached out and stroked my cheek gently, her palm warm against my skin. “You have honest eyes,” she said. “Like my Thea.”

She glanced around the restaurant, ensuring the other patrons were out of earshot, then leaned forward. “Is truth, I am not mother who give birth,” she confessed in a lower voice. “Cannot have children, me. My husband and I, we adopt.”

adopted?”

“Thea was I whispered, my heart beginning to race.

Yiayia nodded. “Many years ago. She was tiny baby, so beautiful.” Her eyes grew distant with memory. was talk, yes. Talk that Thea had twin sister, adopted by different family. But all records sealed, you understand? Private.”

There

“A twin,” I breathed.

Yiayia’s expression darkened. “Adoption place was… not good place. Cold people. Say twins must be separated, better chance for good homes. My husband, he want to take both bables. Those people say no, already promised other baby to rich family. Very cruel.”

“So you never knew who adopted Thea’s sister?” I sighed, “She was gone, yiayia, I am sorry.”

“Yiayia,” I said carefully, “did you ever tell Thea or Nate about this?”

Yiayia’s eyes widened. “No, no. Never tell boys they adopted. Never tell about sister.”

Her intensity surprised me. “I promise,” I said quickly. “I won’t tell him.”

She nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Good girl. Now, more food for babies.” For original chapters go to Find_Novel(.)net

Before I could protest, Yiayia had bustled away to the kitchen, returning moments later with a plate of pastries drizzled with honey.

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“Eat,” she encouraged, pushing the plate toward me. “Growing boys need sweet things too.”

Lobediently took a bite of the flaky pastry, the honey melting on my tongue.

“You come back after babies born,” she declared, not a question but a statement of fact. “Bring my Nate. Bring little ones. Ylayla make special food for new mothers. Help milk come good.”

I didn’t have the heart to correct her that Nate and I may no longer be friends.

“I’d love to bring the babies to meet you,” I said sincerely. “Your cooking is wonderful.”

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Yiayla beamed, patting my hand again. “Good girl. You finish, then rest. Too much excitement not babies.”

When I finally prepared to leave, Yiayia insisted on packing a container of food “for later.” She wrapped it carefully, adding extra phyllo pastries “for midnight hungry.”

At the door, she clasped my face between her palms, studying me intently. “You be careful,” she said, her expression suddenly grave. “Questions about past bring shadows to present. Understand?”

I nodded, touched by her concern. “I understand, Yiayia. Thank you for trusting me with your story.”

“Not m

my story,” she corrected gently. “Thea’s story. Now little bit your story too.” She patted my cheek one final time. “God keep you safe, girl with honest eyes.”

I stepped out into the chilly December afternoon, my head spinning with revelations. The streets were decorated for Christmas, twinkling lights strung across storefronts, wreaths adorning doorways. The festive atmosphere felt surreal.

Diana Porter and Thea Pierce–identical twins separated at birth. Adopted by different families, living completely different lives, yet somehow both connected to the same mystery, Diana, the sophisticated businesswoman who threatened to expose Alexander Branson’s corruption and died under suspicious circumstances. Thea, the loving mother who raised her sons in a close–knit family, only to die in an “accident” years later.

And Nate–where did he fit in all this? Had he somehow discovered his mother’s connection to Diana Porter?

I needed to get home, to write everything down while it was fresh in my mind. To try to organize the fragments into a coherent narrative that might lead me to the truth.

I looked up and down the street for a taxi, adjusting the container of food Ylayia had pressed upon me. The sky was darkening already, the short winter day giving way to an early dusk

Just as I was about to step toward the curb to hail a cab, I felt it–something hard pressing against the back of my head.

“Don’t move,” a deep voice commanded. “Don’t scream. Don’t try anything stupid.”

My blood froze in my veins. The container slipped from my fingers, hitting the sidewalk with a dull thud.

“Do exactly as I say,” the voice continued, “or I’ll put a bullet through your head right here.

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ouldn’t see his face, but I could feel his breath against my car, smell the acrid scent of cigarettes on his clothing. My hands instinctively moved to my belly, a futile attempt to protect my unborn sons.

“Please,” I whispered, terror constricting my throat. “I’m pregnant.”

“I know exactly what you are,” the voice replied, without a hint of compassion. “Now walk. Nice and slow. To the black car at the comer.”

My legs moved mechanically, propelled by fear. The sidewalk before me blurred as tears filled my eyes. All I could think was: Not like this. Not when they’re so close to being born.

The black car waited at the curb, its engine running, windows tinted so dark I couldn’t see inside. As we approached, the rear door swung open.

“Get in,” the voice ordered, the pressure against my head intensifying

I had no choice but to comply.