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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 390

Kyle was in the bed by the window, propped up at an angle with pillows behind his back. An IV line snaked into his left arm. Heart monitor leads disappeared under the hospital gown. Another line- probably oxygen-curved around his face.

But his eyes were open. And he saw us in the doorway.

“You came,” he said. His voice was rough, like he hadn’t used it in a while.

“We said we would,” I replied.

Alexander let go of my hand and walked into the room with the confidence of someone who hadn’t learned to be afraid of hospitals yet. He marched right up to Kyle’s bed.

“Hi Kyle. You have a lot of wires.”

“I do,” Kyle agreed. “The doctors like to keep track of everything.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really. It’s just uncomfortable.”

Ethan followed more slowly, his eyes taking in all the equipment with focused attention. “That machine shows your heartbeat.”

“It does.”

“It’s going beep-beep-beep at a regular rhythm. That’s good. Irregular heartbeats can be dangerous.

Kyle smiled. “You know a lot about hearts.”

“I read about them. Hearts are just pumps, really. Muscle pumps that push blood through tubes called veins and arteries.”

“That’s right.”

Madison hung back near the door, her hand finding mine.

“You look really sick,” she said finally.

The room went quiet. Even the machines seemed to pause.

“I am really sick,” Kyle said.

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“Are you going to die?”

I felt my breath catch, but Kyle just nodded. “Probably. Yes.”

“When?”

“I don’t know exactly. But probably soon.”

Madison walked closer to the bed. “When my daddy died, nobody told me he was going to die. They just kept saying he was sick and he’d get better. But then one day he didn’t get better and I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Her voice was steady but her hand in mine was shaking.

“Did that make you angry?” Kyle asked.

“Yes.”

“It would make me angry too.”

“So I’m glad you’re telling the truth,” Madison continued. “About dying. Even though it makes me sad, I like that you’re not lying.”

Kyle’s throat worked. When he spoke, his voice was rougher. “I promise I’ll always tell you the truth. About this. About everything.”

Alexander, who had been following this conversation with growing distress, suddenly burst out: ‘ But the doctor is coming! The special doctor from far away! He’s going to fix you!”

“He’s going to try to help,” Kyle said carefully. “But we don’t know if he can.”

“But he has to!” Alexander’s voice rose. “You just found us! You can’t die yet! That’s not fair!”

“You’re right. It’s not fair.”

“So you have to get better!”

“I’ll try-”

“No! Not try! You have to actually do it! You have to promise!”

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My heart ached. Alexander was always optimistic. He was not the type of child that suddenly begin to cry,

I knew my son. He loved his father even though he didn’t know Kyle really was his father.

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Ethan had gone very still beside the bed, his hands clenched into fists. Madison’s grip on my hand was painful.

Kyle looked at me over their heads, his expression helpless.

I moved forward, putting my free arm around Alexander’s shoulders. “Baby-”

“No!” He shook me off. “He has to promise! He has to say he won’t die!”

“Alexander, I can’t promise that,” Kyle said quietly. “I wish I could. But making promises I can’t keep would be lying, and I just promised Madison I would always tell the truth.”

“Then un-promise that! Lie! I want you to lie and say you’ll get better!”

“Buddy-”

“NO!”

Alexander was sobbing now, those big hiccupping sobs that shook his whole small body. I pulled him against me and he buried his face in my shirt, his tears soaking through the fabric.

Ethan was crying too, but silently. Tears ran down his face while his body stayed rigid, like if he moved everything would shatter.

Madison squeezed my hand three times-her signal, the one we’d developed, for “I need help but I can’t say it out loud.”

“It’s okay,” I said, though nothing was okay. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to be angry. You can feel all of it.”

“I don’t want to feel it,” Alexander said against my shirt. “I want him to not die.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

Kyle had tears on his face too now. He reached out with the hand that didn’t have the IV, opening his palm.

Alexander saw the gesture. He pulled away from me and climbed onto the bed, careful of the wires, and curled up against Kyle’s side. Kyle’s arm came around him, and Alexander pressed his face into Kyle’s chest and cried harder.

“I’ve got you,” Kyle murmured. “I’ve got you, buddy.”

Ethan climbed up on the other side, his movements careful and deliberate. He didn’t cry into Kyle’s chest like Alexander. Instead he lay down and stared at the ceiling, tears still running sideways into his hair.

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“Your heart is beating really fast,” he observed. “The monitor went from seventy-two to ninety-four beats per minute.”

“That happens when you’re feeling strong emotions,” Kyle said.

“What emotion are you feeling?”

“All of them. At the same time.”

Ethan nodded like this made sense. “Me too.”

Madison looked at the bed, at the three of them tangled together with wires and tubes making it complicated but not impossible.

“Can I…?” she asked quietly.

“Of course,” Kyle said, shifting slightly to make room.

She climbed up carefully, fitting herself into the small space at the foot of the bed. She didn’t cry. She just sat there with her hands folded in her lap, watching Kyle’s face like she was memorizing it.

I stood beside the bed, feeling like an intruder on something private.

Kyle’s eyes found mine.

“I’m sorry,” he mouthed.

For what? For dying?

I shook my head. Not your fault.

We stayed like that for a while. The machines beeping. The children breathing. Kyle’s hand moving slowly through Alexander’s hair.

A knock at the door made us all jump.

A man stood in the doorway. He was shorter than I expected, maybe five-foot-six, with skin the color of old pennies and hair that had gone completely white despite a face that didn’t look particularly old. He wore traditional Tibetan robes in deep burgundy, and prayer beads wrapped

around one wrist.

His eyes were the most striking thing about him. Dark brown, almost black, but somehow full of light.

“I am Dr. Tenzin Norbu,” he said.