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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 208

There is no Kyle

Chapter 208 There is no Kyle

Mia’s POV

“Mia?”

The voice was far away. Familiar but distorted.

I tried to respond, but my throat was sandpaper. Where was 1? What happened?

“Mia, sweetie. Can you hear me?” Closer now. Mom’s volce. But different. Strained.

Slowly, I forced my eyes open. The fluorescent lights above were too bright. I blinked rapidly, tears forming as my vision adjusted.

“Oh, thank God.” That was Scarlett. “She’s awake.”

The room came into focus gradually. Hospital room. Machines everywhere. Tubes running from my arms. A catheter. The smell of antiseptic was overwhelming.

“What….” My voice came out as a rasp. “What happened?”

“Shhh.” Mom’s cool hand on my forehead. “Don’t try to talk yet.”

“Kyle,” I managed to croak. “Where’s Kyle?”

Mom and Scarlett exchanged a glance.

“Mia, honey, you need to stay calm,” Mom said.

“My babies.” Panic rose in my chest. “The twins. Where are they?”

“They’re fine,” Scarlett said quickly. “Both of

them. Healthy and perfect.”

“How long have I been…”

“Three days,” Mom said softly. “You’ve been unconscious for three days.”

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Three days. I stared at the ceiling, trying to process this. “The surgery?”

“You had an emergency C–section. And then…” Mom’s voice caught. “You hemorrhaged.”

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Scarlett moved closer to the bed. Her eyes were red–rimmed, mascara smudged. Had she been crying? “Really bad, babe. You scared the hell out of us.”

“We almost lost you,” Mom added, her voice thick with emotion. “You needed twelve units of blood. They said it was touch and go for hours.”

I looked between them, seeing the genuine fear in their faces. The shadows under their eyes. Mom’s usually perfect hair was pulled back in a haphazard bun. Scarlett’s clothes were wrinkled, like she’d slept in them.

“But I’m okay now?” I asked.

There is no Kyle

“You’re okay now,” Mom confirmed, squeezing my hand. “Weak, but recovering. The doctors say you’ll make a full recovery.”

“I want to see them,

” I said suddenly. “My babies. I want to see my sons.”

Mom hesitated. “The doctor said we should wait until you’re stronger.”

“No.” I tried to push myself up and winced at the pain. “Please. I need to see them.”

Scarlett pressed the call button. “Let’s ask the nurse. Maybe they can arrange something.”

Dr. Harrison appeared within minutes. His expression softened when he saw me conscious. “Welcome back, Mrs. Branson. How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Confused. I want to see my babies.”

He checked my chart. “You’re not quite ready to be moved yet, but we can arrange for you to see them via video call. And once you’re a bit stronger, we’ll get you to the NICU.”

The video call was both wonderful and heartbreaking. Two tiny forms in incubators, smaller than I’d imagined. Tubes and wires everywhere. Their little chests rising and falling with mechanical ventilator breaths. Names on their isolettes: “Baby A Branson” and “Baby B Branson.”

“They’re beautiful,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Can I name them yet?”

“Of course,” Dr. Harrison said. “Have you and Mr. Branson decided on names?”

The mention of Kyle sent a jolt through me. I’d forgotten, in the haze of waking up and seeing the babies, that he wasn’t here.

“Where’s Kyle?” I asked, looking around the room as if I’d somehow missed him.

Mom and Scarlett exchanged another look. This one seemed different. Worried. Cautious.

“What?” My heart began racing. “Is he… is he…”

“He’s alive,” Scarlett said quickly. “He’s alive, Mia.”

“Then where is he?”

“Please calm down,” Dr. Harrison said, moving to check the machines. “Your blood pressure

“Is he dead? He died?”

“No!” Mom said firmly. “No, sweetheart. Kyle’s not dead.”

“Then where-“”

“He was shot, remember?” Mom said gently. “He had major surgery too. He was in the ICU for days.”

“Was?” I seized on the past tense.

Scarlett sat on the edge of my bed. “He’s been moved. To a private recovery facility. A very good one.”

There is no kyle

I processed this information slowly. “So he’s… recovering?”

“Yes,”

“Mom confirmed. “He’s going to be fine. Both of you are going to be fine.”

“Then why isn’t he here? Why didn’t he come see me?”

“Mia,” Scarlett began carefully, “Kyle asked to be transferred. No one know the reason.”

What does that mean?

I let my head fall back on the pillow. This didn’t make sense. Kyle did not want to see me and our boys?

“Can I talk to him?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.” Mom said.

Over the next few hours, more visitors arrived. Morton, Thomas, Jeo…But no Kyle.