Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ VII

Ewan bit his lips as he sought and found the seriousness and determination in Sandro’s eyes.

Sandro was his own friend, has been that for as long as he could remember—as close to him as Zane was. When had the latter then become Athena’s chief defendant?

Ewan kissed his teeth at this thought; it wasn’t necessary. Anyone knowing the history between Athena and him, knowing how much his wife had gone through to become the woman she was, would act the same way as Sandro.

No matter the level of friendship they shared, Sandro had always been a justice chooser. It seemed Athena had scored herself another loyalist.

Ewan had no doubt that Zane would also go against him should he attempt to raise the flag of "we are not divorced yet" over Athena.

Yet, that wasn’t what he had been attempting to do. For his friends to have that iota of stinking idea go through their minds revealed the lot of mopping up he had to do—the amount of hard work he has to put in to restore his image before his friends, and before Athena.

Letting go, he inhaled slowly and exhaled the same before walking back to his seat.

"Honestly, I don’t know," He started, tapping the table intermittently with his index finger. "I don’t know how I will get past the once-per-month visits, but I won’t be waving the divorce papers over Athena. If I was that kind of person before, I’m not now."

Sandro seemed appeased with Ewan’s statement, for he unfolded his hands from his chest, walked back to his seat, and picked up the iPad again.

Zane exhaled loudly in relief, causing Ewan and Sandro to chuckle heartily.

"You two find it funny now, right? I should have recorded you two so you can see how you looked, arguing over a woman..." Zane teased, taking his own seat.

Ewan and Sandro exchanged comical glances and laughed, any pent-up ill feelings dissipating.

"Well, thank God you didn’t..." Sandro said, scrolling through the documents.

"So, Ewan, if you finally get any idea that will allow you have more than once-per-month visits with the kids, let us know." Zane stated, his eyes on Sandro.

Ewan scoffed. "You both aren’t going to help me? What use are you two of, then?"

Sandro looked up from the iPad. "To cheer you up from the sidelines." A mocking smile teased his lips as he said this, making Ewan snort.

"You both aren’t helpful. Well, I’ll have to take the old-fashioned route then."

Sandro and Zane exchanged cursory glances. "Which is?" They asked at the same time.

"Show her I’m a changed person."

Zane and Sandro looked at each other again, meaningfully, for three seconds before they burst into laughter, holding their bellies.

Ewan threw them the serviette on the table. "You both are wackos!"

But Zane and Sandro laughed even more.

Ewan scoffed and looked away.

"You do know she is a busy woman, right? Where will she see you and your gladiator acts?" Zane asked, finding a break from his laughter.

Good question, Ewan thought. Sadly, he had no answers for that.

"Then I will go through the children," He decided.

Sandro raised his left eyebrow. "Those children..." He barked a laugh. "I don’t know which is meaner, them or Athena." He shook his head. "Well, man, if you are really going to take this route, you have a lot of work cut out for you."

Didn’t he know that? Ewan thought.

"So, Ewan, let me get something straight. Are you gunning for Athena, trying to get back with her, or do you just want more time with the children?" Zane asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Ewan noted the smile blossoming on his friend’s lips and knew that the latter, as usual, was playing with him. Of course, he had no chance with Athena; that ship had long sailed. He only wanted more time with the twins. Yet, if there was a slim chance...

He shook his head, suddenly feeling depressed. He had messed up all his chances.

"Sandro, continue with the reading..." He muttered, looking down at his fingers as snippets of his three-year marriage to Athena flew around his mind, including their hot moments in the bedroom—every night, and every damn time he could lay his hands on her.

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