The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins

A poignant and emotional tale about Mia, a woman trapped in a loveless marriage that was built on a business arrangement rather than affection. Married to Kyle Branson, a successful and detached businessman, Mia's life is an unacknowledged shadow to his true love—her younger stepsister, Taylor. When Mia unexpectedly discovers she is pregnant with twins, the news shakes her world, especially since her marriage contract forbids pregnancy. As Mia grapples with the reality of carrying Kyle's children, she faces not only the crushing weight of their cold, contractual relationship but also the sting of betrayal as Kyle continues his affair with Taylor. Mia’s internal battle intensifies as she navigates the emotional turmoil of being invisible to the man she once loved and the looming secret of her pregnancy.

You Are Pregnant

Mia's POV

"Congratulations," Dr. Ray said with a gentle smile, "you're pregnant."

I blinked rapidly, trying to focus. Her smile never wavered as she guided my attention to the screen, pointing to two tiny dots pulsing in sync.

“Twins,” she added. “You’re having twins.”

Twins? I couldn't even grasp the reality of being pregnant. I had been so careful—so cautious. The pills Kyle had insisted I take every single day were supposed to prevent this. We had a contract—one that explicitly forbade a pregnancy. That was the deal, after all.

“I… I’ve been taking the pills,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands shook, and I placed them on the edge of the examination table, trying to steady myself.

Dr. Ray glanced at me with a slight frown. “If you've been taking them regularly. Are you sure you've been consistent?”

I hesitated, unsure. My memory was hazy. There had been moments when I had been distracted. “I…” My voice cracked, and I shook my head. “I’m not sure.”

Dr. Ray’s expression grew more serious. “Well, pregnancy can happen even with contraception, but…” She trailed off, looking at me with concern. “Don’t you want your baby?”

“No,” I murmured. “I didn’t think I could get pregnant.”

She helped me wipe the cool gel from my stomach. "Well, what matters now is ensuring your health and the babies' health. I must warn you though," her expression grew serious, "your uterus condition requires extra attention. You'll need proper nutrition, regular rest, and frequent check-ups."

I nodded mechanically, my hand drifting to my still-flat stomach. Two lives. Two tiny beings growing inside me. Kyle's children. Our children.

I thanked Dr. Ray and left the hospital. I got into the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel as I tried to breathe. The drive home was a blur. I kept thinking about the contract's words. Clause 6 - Regular contraception required. No pregnancies permitted. The terms of our marriage were clear, clinical, like everything else about our relationship. I should not get myself pregnant as my entire life was built on pretending to be his wife while the world—and he—saw me only as a secretary.

I pulled into our driveway, killing