Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Christmas Dinner II

Ewan inhaled softly, attempting to calm the rising palpitations of his heart as Athena stepped closer to him, after shutting the door behind her.

What is she doing? He wondered, taking in the cold glint in her eyes that only intensified his growing unease. His gaze darted to the door for a second, and he could almost hear the hushed whispers of his friends inside, their curiosity spilling into the hallway like an uninvited guest.

For an hour, he had stood outside, torn between wanting to be part of the merriment and feeling like an outsider.

With every burst of laughter that floated through the door, his heart constricted tighter and his head pounded harder. Each chuckle from inside felt like a stab to his gut, a reminder of what he was missing.

It was only when the ache threatened to overwhelm him that he had decided to knock, seeking answers—answers he feared might only lead to more questions.

*How could his friends trust this woman despite all the proof he had shown them?

Earlier that day, he had even contacted a hacker to dig up more information on Athena’s shady dealings. The hacker had delivered more incriminating evidence than he had anticipated, articles detailing her suspected ties to the Russian mafia.

How could he let such a woman train his children?

Yet, beneath the swirling anger was a nagging desire to understand her—to reason with her about the missteps she had taken on her dark path to fame.

"You will never let me in, will you?" He muttered finally, his voice low as Athena closed the distance, standing only a couple of feet away.

Up close, he noticed her flushed complexion, a telltale sign of her wine indulgence from the evening’s festivities. Her rosy lips, stained deeper with red, looked enticing and made him yearn for a moment he had long since buried.

No, Ewan. Focus! He banished the thought, shaking his head internally. He was here for the kids, for his friends—not for memories that should remain in the past.

"Are you going to keep staring at me, or will you speak?" He pressed, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of her gaze.

"You’re uncomfortable, right?" Athena finally broke her silence, stepping back just slightly.

"That’s how you’ll make all of us feel if I let you in," She continued, her voice steady. "You’ll make the atmosphere uncomfortable, and I don’t want that. Do you want that?" _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Ewan sighed, the weariness of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He turned away, leaning against the wall as exhaustion draped over him. "Why are you involved with the Russian mafia?" He asked weakly, changing the topic, refusing to meet her eyes.

Athena let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. "First, it was me being at the center of a sinister research that has led to the deaths of many, and now it’s the Russian mafia? Where do you get this outlandish information? Because I’m certain it’s not from Sandro."

"That’s because Sandro is too sentimental," Ewan retorted, his tone laced with bitterness. "Somehow, he trusts you now—more than he trusts me..."

Athena shook her head. "That’s not true." Her voice was firm, commanding even. "Sandro just stands for the truth, just like Zane. They’re not on your side in this case because they know you’re believing a lie."

Ewan turned to face her, fire igniting in his eyes. "You’re the one living a lie, Athena. And I’m going to prove it next week."

A curious smile curved her lips, amusement glinting in her eyes. "We’ll see about that next week. I can’t wait."

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