Read The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins novel by Artemis Z.Y. Updated 2025 -26 - The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 240

The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 240

Daniel?

Mia’s POV

I couldn’t sleep.

The twins had finally crashed. Now they were sprawled across their beds like little starfish, Alexander with one arm hanging off the mattress and Ethan clutched around his stuffed elephant. Gas had positioned himself strategically between their beds, his golden fur catching the soft glow from their nightlight.

Thomas had texted twice, “Sleep well. Love you.”

I’d stared at messages for way too long before responding with a simple “You too.”

1 pulled my laptop p onto my lap, thinking I might work on the Maxwell project to distract myself. But instead of opening my design files, I found myself mindlessly scrolling through social media for the first time in weeks.

My 1*******m feed was the usual mix of architectural inspiration, friends‘ vacation photos, and the occasional post from former colleagues. I’d been pretty inactive lately–just the occasional photo of the twins or a design project. Nothing too personal.

A red notification dot caught my eye. Messages.

I had seventeen unread DMs, mostly spam and the usual weird messages that came with having any kind of public profile. But one name made me pause.

Daniel Adams.

I blinked at the screen. Daniel? As in, café Daniel? Paradise Daniel? Waiter Daniel?

My finger hovered over the message thread. When was the last time I’d even thought about him? Years. Literal

years.

The message was from last month:

Hey Mia! Hope you don’t mind me reaching out. Saw your profile and wasn’t sure if it was really you at first. Been a long time!

I think I might have seen you a few weeks ago in Prospect Park? You were with two little boys – twins maybe? Wasn’t sure if it was you but they looked just like the kids in your photos.

There was this guy with you too,

standing kind of off to the side. Your husband? He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him.

Anyway, would love to catch up if you’re interested. Hope you’re doing well!

– Daniel

My heart started pounding. Hard.

Husband? What husband? Thomas wasn’t my husband. And Daniel had only ever met Kyle, not Thomas.

Walt. Wait wait wait.

Daniel?

A few weeks ago in Prospect Park?

My hands were shaking as I typed back;

Hi Daniel! So good to hear from you. Yes, I have twin boys now – Alexander and Ethan. They’re four.

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Quick question though you said you saw a man with us who looked familiar? Can you describe him? I’m just curious who you might have seen.

I hit send before I could second–guess myself, then immediately started typing again:

Also, when exactly was this? Just trying to remember which day you’re talking about.

The messages showed as delivered but not read. Daniel wasn’t online.

I stared at the screen, my mind racing.

Daniel didn’t know Thomas. Who did he see? Was it Thomas’s back? Or was it Maxwell who happened to be there that day? Or was it something else?

But it couldn’t be Kyle. Kyle had been gone for four years. He was wherever the hell Kyle Branson went when he decided to vanish from his children’s lives. Find the newest release on find(ɴ)ovel.net

Except.

Maxwell looked like Kyle. Disturbingly like Kyle.

And Daniel had met Kyle. That night at the café when Kyle had confronted him, grabbing him, making it clear that I was “his wife.”

Maybe Daniel saw Maxwell and thought it was Kyle?

No, that was crazy. I was being paranoid.

I clicked on Daniel’s profile, and my jaw dropped.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to my empty bedroom.

Daniel had 2.3 million followers.

His bio read: “Fitness model. Content creator. Your favorite medical professional Link below for exclusive content”

I scrolled through his recent posts. Professional photoshoots, workout videos, thirst trap selfies that had hundreds of thousands of likes. The comments were… enthusiastic.

“Daddy Daniel ¿¿”

“When’s the next OnlyFans live stream???”

“Please step on me”

“DOCTOR DANIEL IS BACK”

Daniel?

I kept scrolling, fascinated despite myself. Apparently, sometime in the past four years, Daniel had figured out how to monetize his looks and medical knowledge into a very successful online career. His recent posts about ” healthy habits” and “wellness Ups” had millions of views.

One post from last week showed him in scrubs (perfectly fitted scrubs, of course) with the caption: “Just finished my residency! Now I’m officially Dr. Daniel But don’t worry, I’m not giving up my other job # Medicalinfluencer #DoctorDaddy OnlyFans”

The comments on that one were even more unhinged.

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I found myself scrolling back through years of content, watching Daniel’s transformation from wannabe café pickup artist to struggling medical student/stripper to successful doctor/influencer. It was actually kind of impressive, in a weird way.

But it also explained why he might not be online right now. Between medical work and managing a massive social media presence, the guy was probably booked solid.

I went back to our message thread and saw that he still hadn’t read my response. The little “delivered” notification just sat there, mocking me.

My phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: Can’t sleep. Thinking about earlier. Are we okay?

I stared at the message. Were we okay? I honestly didn’t know anymore.

1 typed and deleted three different responses before settling on: Just tired. We’ll talk tomorrow.

It wasn’t really an answer, but it was all I could manage right now.

My laptop was still open, the design files for Maxwell’s project waiting.

I opened a new browser tab and searched for Kyle’s name.

The results were mostly old business articles and the occasional mention in society pages. Nothing recent. As far as the public knew, Kyle Branson was still on his “extended sabbatical for personal reasons.”

For four years, I’d built a life without him. I’d learned to be a single mother. I’d started my career. I’d found peace, or something close to it.

And then Thomas had entered our lives, slowly and carefully, earning his place through patience and kindness.

If Kyle was back–if he’d been here all along, watching from a distance?

My phone buzzed. Daniel was online.

I quickly switched back to 1*******m, my heart hammering as I waited to see if he’d read my messages.

The little “seen” notification appeared under my texts.

Then the typing indicator showed up.

Disappeared.

Showed up again.

Daniel?

I waited, barely breathing.

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