Read The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins novel by Artemis Z.Y. Updated 2025 -26 - The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 442

The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 442

Hugo and I walk a few steps away. Far enough the children can’t hear. Close enough I can still see them.

“I apologize,” he begins. “The story was inappropriate.”

“You were trying to help.”

“I was trying to practice medicine without consent. There’s a difference.” He pauses. “But as a physician, I have an obligation to provide accurate medical information. Even when it’s uncomfortable.”

“Hugo-”

“Please. Let me say this.” He looks at me directly. His eyes serious. “Bone marrow donation from a child is not without risk. Anesthesia. Pain. Small chance of complications. I won’t minimize that.”

“I know.”

“But.” He holds up a hand. “The risks are manageable. The pain is temporary. The marrow regenerates completely. Within weeks, the child is physically exactly as they were.”

“Physically,” I repeat. Catching it.

“Yes. Physically they recover. Emotionally is more complex. Some children process it positively. They helped someone they love. They were brave. They made a difference.” He pauses. “Other children struggle. They remember the hospital. The fear. They associate their parent’s illness with their own pain.”

A car pulls in nearby. Parks. A family gets out. Two kids. Both older. Maybe ten and twelve.

We wait until they’re inside.

“But here’s what I know for certain,” Hugo continues. His voice is lower now. More intense. “The loss of a parent creates a wound that never fully heals. It shapes everything. How they see the world. How they trust. How they love.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“I lost my father when I was seven,” he says. “Heart attack. Sudden. One day he was there. The next he wasn’t.”

I didn’t know this.

“Hugo, I’m so—”

“It was a long time ago. But I remember it. The emptiness. The confusion. How my mother tried to fill the space and couldn’t. Because the space was father- shaped. Only a father fits there.”

From the car, Alexander’s voice: “CAN WE GO NOW?”

My mother: “In a minute, sweetie.”

Alexander: “That’s what adults say when they mean ten minutes.”

Hugo almost smiles. “If someone had told me at seven that I could help save my father-that all it would take was a needle and some temporary pain-I would have said yes. Without hesitation.”

“You were a child. You couldn’t consent.”

“No. But I could have agreed. I could have understood enough to agree.” He glances, toward the car. Toward Alexander and Ethan visible through the window. “Those boys are exceptionally intelligent. They

understand more than Kyle give

them credit for.”

“That doesn’t mean they should have to make this choice.”

“No. It means they’re capable of making it. If given the opportunity.”

My mother appears. “Mia. The children are getting restless.”

“One more minute, Mom.”

She looks at Hugo. Then returns to the car.

Hugo’s hand touches my elbow. Brief.

“Your mother thinks I’m wrong,” he says. “She told me so. Very clearly.”

“Mom doesn’t want the boys hurt.”

“Neither do I. But I also don’t want

them to lose their father when there’s a chance-a real chance-to prevent it.” He pauses. “I’ve seen many families face these decisions.

The ones who regret their choices try Who

host? The ones who dices

played it safe. Who chose protection over possibility.”

“And if it doesn’t work? If they go through all that and Kyle dies anyway?”

“Then they tried. They did everything they could. There’s peace in that.”

He steps back.

“I’m not telling you what to do. I’m giving you information. So you can make an informed choice.”

“Kyle’s already chosen.”

“Kyle is terrified. Terrified people

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Inside the car, Alexander has pressed his face against the window. Making faces. His nose squashed flat.

Madison has her thumb in her mouth. Something she only does when she’s tired. Ethan is explaining something to my mother. Using hand gestures. “Think about it,” Hugo says. “Talk to Kyle. Give him time to move past the fear.