Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 117

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Chapter 117: Red Envelope

As the day melted into twilight, warm golden rays from the setting sun streamed through Athena’s expansive office window, sprinkling a soft glow around the room. It was as if the sun itself was sending a gentle reminder that the workday was coming to a close.

Athena, seated at her desk, felt the caress of those sunlit moments touch her skin, and for a brief instant, she lost herself in the serene orange hues that filled the horizon.

A wave of relief washed over her, mingling with exhaustion as she assessed the clutter before her—a mere five patient files awaited her attention.

Just five! She thought with a sense of optimism, believing she could take them home and complete the work there.

Gathering the files with their test results, she slid them into her large tote bag, stood, and stretched, the cracking of her joints echoing in the stillness.

"Time to register at a gym," She mused to herself. These sounds were telltale signs her body was sending, urging her to take better care of herself. Perhaps she could ask Zane for workout suggestions.

Not wanting to forget, she quickly texted him before hefting the bag onto her shoulder, preparing to head home for a well-deserved meal and a restful night. For fortune had smiled upon her —Gianna had sent her a text minutes ago with an image of prepared food. Suprisingly, her friend had finished from work earlier today.

However, fate had its own plans.

Before Athena could take another step toward freedom, her phone chimed, announcing an incoming call. Anticipating it to be Zane, likely teasing her about her lack of gym attendance, she silenced the call and pushed through the door.

Outside her office, the twins were busy helping Ciara sort through some files—her assistant was also preparing to leave for the day.

"Thank God, Doctor Athena... I was debating on whether to knock on your door or not, considering you’ve been locked in for the past four hours," Ciara said, halting her task and glancing up.

As if on cue, the twins dashed over, wrapping their little arms around Athena. Before she could respond, her phone rang once more. Athena hurriedly silenced the call. Zane, quit it!

It was Nathaniel who, exuding his usual sober spirit, muttered, "Mom, Uncle Aiden is calling you!"

Athena cussed at her unnecessary assumption and answered the call, placing the phone on her ear.

"Athena, why am I seeing darkness?" Aiden’s voice was teasing, and Athena chuckled softly as she realized Aiden was attempting a video call. Her mind was really scattered!

Waving at Ciara to leave if she wanted, she stepped back into her office, the twins following closely.

"Hello, Aiden," She greeted, adjusting the phone’s angle to get a better view of him; the twins perched beside her like bright-eyed spectators.

"Hello Uncle Aiden! Merry Christmas!" Kate piped up energetically.

Aiden laughed, the sound wrapping around Athena, easing the little tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying. "Merry Christmas, Lovely Kate and brave Nate!" he responded, his face lighting up with warmth.

"Merry Christmas, Uncle," Nathaniel echoed, his voice a tad gruff, which only amused Aiden further.

"How have you been, Aiden? How’s your daughter and everything over there?" Athena inquired, her tone shifting to one of concern.

"All good. Everyone is better than I imagined. I’m okay too," Aiden replied with a smile.

"Yeah, I can see that," Athena remarked, her eyes taking in the handsome features of her older friend. Aiden had aged like fine wine, but she couldn’t quite understand why his wife had chosen to leave him. "It was like working for me was sapping your goodness..."

"Don’t say that, Athena. It’s my fault for not taking care of myself," he replied, his light-hearted laughter ringing in the air until an uncertain silence fell between them.

Curiosity creased her brow. "Is this a formal or informal call?" She asked, noting the seriousness creeping into Aiden’s demeanor as he cast a pointed look at the children.

Understanding the unspoken request, Athena turned to her twins. "Wait for me at Ciara’s office. Mommy has something to discuss with Uncle Aiden privately."