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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 373

The corrections officer led Madison and me through a series of increasingly sterile corridors, our footsteps echoing off polished concrete floors. Madison’s small hand gripped mine tightly, her fingers still trembling.

“This way, ma’am,” the officer said, stopping at a heavy steel door marked “Interview Room C.” He produced a key ring that jangled with metallic finality. “The child will wait in here with Officer Martinez while you have your meeting.”

Through the reinforced glass window, I could see a smaller room furnished with child-friendly furniture-bright plastic chairs, a low table scattered with coloring books and crayons, posters of cartoon animals attempting to make this place feel less like what it was. Officer Martinez, a middle- aged woman with kind eyes and graying hair, looked up from where she was arranging art supplies.

“Madison,” I knelt down to her level, smoothing her dark hair away from her face. “You’re going to stay here with Officer Martinez for a little while. She has some puzzles and books for you.”

Madison’s grip on my hand tightened. “Where are you going?”

“I have to talk to someone else for a few minutes. But I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

“Is it… is it someone bad?”

I hesitated.

“It’s someone who’s very sick,” I said finally. For original chapters go to FindN()vel.net

Madison nodded solemnly, then surprised me by standing on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “Be careful, Mia. Some sick people want to make other people sick too.”

My chest tighten.

I followed the first officer down another corridor, past cells with small barred windows and the constant electronic hum of surveillance equipment. The institutional lighting cast everything in harsh relief-too bright, too clean, too cold. This was a place designed to contain and punish, where human warmth came to die.

“Interview Room A,” the officer announced, stopping at another steel door. “Fifteen minutes maximum. Press the buzzer when you’re ready to leave.” His radio crackled with static. “And ma’am? Don’t let her get under your skin. That’s what she lives for.”

The lock disengaged with a mechanical click that seemed to echo through my bones.

The room was smaller than I’d expected, barely large enough for a metal table bolted to the floor and

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two chairs that had seen better decades. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a greenish tint over everything. There were no windows here-just white cinderblock walls that seemed to press inward, making the space feel airless and claustrophobic.

And there, sitting perfectly straight in one of the metal chairs, was Taylor.

She’d changed since the last time I’d seen her being led away in handcuffs at the cruise party. Prison had stripped away the polished veneer she’d worn as Sophie Field, revealing something rawer underneath. Her blonde hair had grown out, showing dark roots that made her look older, harder. The orange jumpsuit hung loose on her frame, suggesting weight loss, but her posture remained ramrod straight-defiant even in defeat.

When she saw me, her face transformed.

It wasn’t happiness exactly, or even relief. It was something more unsettling-a kind of electric excitement, like a predator that had been waiting in the dark and finally spotted its prey. Her pale eyes went wide, pupils dilating, and her mouth curved into a smile that was all wrong. Too wide. Too bright. Too hungry.

“Mia,” she breathed, and my name on her lips sounded like a prayer and a curse combined. “Oh, Mia. You came. You actually came.”

I remained standing near the door, every instinct screaming at me to leave, to call for the guard, to put as much distance as possible between myself and whatever twisted energy was radiating from

the woman across the room.

“Of course you came,” Taylor continued, her voice taking on a sing-song quality that made my skin crawl. “You always were the good girl, weren’t you? Saint Mia, coming to visit the evil stepsister in her tower. How perfectly, beautifully predictable.”

She leaned forward then, her cuffed hands sliding across the metal table toward me, fingers splayed like she was reaching for something just out of reach. Her eyes never left my face, drinking in every detail with an intensity that felt like a physical violation.

“You look good,” she said, tilting her head at an unnatural angle. “Older. More tired. But still so… so pure. Still so untouchable. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment? How many nights I’ve lain awake in my cell, imagining what I’d say to you when I finally got you alone again?”

“Taylor-”

“No!” The word cracked like a whip, sharp and sudden. Her hands slammed against the table, the sound reverberating through the small space. “No, you don’t get to talk yet. Not yet. I’ve been waiting too long, dreaming too long, planning too long for you to waltz in here and control the conversation like you control everything else.”

Her voice had risen to near-shouting, then dropped back to a whisper so quickly.

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Why did her become that way?

“Do you want to know what I think about every night?” Taylor asked, her voice now sickeningly sweet. “I think about your house. Your perfect little house with your perfect little family. Kyle and those adorable twins and that sweet damaged little girl you’ve collected like another piece of pretty furniture.”

I just watched her playing.

“I think about you reading bedtime stories and kissing scraped knees and playing the perfect mother to children who aren’t even really yours. Well, two of them are Kyle’s, but Kyle was never really yours either, was he?”

She laughed then, a sound like glass breaking in a blender. “Did you know I’ve been getting letters? From people on the outside who follow the story. They send me newspaper clippings, magazine articles, social media posts. I know all about your little architectural business, your charity work.”

She leaned back in her chair, the metal creaking under her weight, and studied my face.

“You think this is funny?” I asked calmly.

Her eyes flicker.

“You want to know what I find most fascinating about all this?” she asked conversationally. “It’s how you’ve managed to build exactly the life I always wanted. The beautiful house, the successful career, the devoted husband, the loving children. It’s like you reached inside my dreams and made them real, then moved into them and changed the locks.”

I said nothing. And that inflamed her.

“BUT THEY WERE NEVER YOUR DREAMS!” The sudden explosion of volume made me jump backward until my shoulders hit the door. Taylor was on her feet now, leaning across the table, her face twisted with rage. “They were mine! I was the one who used to sneak into your mother’s art studio and imagine what it would be like to have a mother who painted pictures instead of pills. I was the one who dreamed about having a father who came home sober and remembered my name. I was the one who fantasized about Prince Charming sweeping me away from that shitty little house and that pathetic little life!”

Spittle flew from her mouth as she screamed, her voice echoing off the cinderblock walls. Her face had gone red, veins standing out on her neck, eyes bulging with the force of her fury.

“You thief!” She shouted.