Chapter 1: Divorce

"Ewan, I want a divorce."

Athena spoke, finding her voice a minute after seeing her husband, Ewan, and his self-acclaimed best friend, Fiona, in an intimate position on the black, long, plushy L-shaped, gold trimmed sofa in the sitting room.

What good husband would abandon his wife to grief today? What good husband would choose his work—or rather mistress now—to spending at least five minutes to mourn with his wife over her mother's death? What good husband was that cold hearted?

Seeing them had brought to her remembrance the unflattering, yet heartbreaking picture that Fiona had sent to her two days ago; of Ewan sleeping at Fiona's home, in her bed, intertwined with her.

Athena had been beyond pained then, but now she just let out a sarcastic laugh.

Divorce?

Athena had always thought it an abstract event, relegated to certain people, but not her. Yet at this moment, this was the only thing she wanted to do. Oh, the tides of life!

She watched now as Fiona dealt her a withering glare before slithering out of the arms of Ewan who had turned lazily to see the disrupter of his peace.

"What did you just say, Athena?" Ewan asked, sitting up properly on the sofa, his countenance, a canvas of aloofness. A bystander would think that he was asking about the weather, or inquiring about the time.

that was threatening to mask her face on seeing Fiona slip her right hand into

stance? Athena wasn't sure, but it pained her the most; her heart tethered on breakage the most when Ewan clasped, and covered Fiona's hand with an attitude that

of this matter there

never cared actually, it would be stupid of her to break down in tears before them. Her foolishness and naivety of three years ended here. She

from the very beginning." Ewan

Athena swallowed bravely amidst the withering ache that assailed her heart, without blinking

want from you and that day looks to

bed at this point. There is no use lying on it again." Athena attempted the dark humor with a chuckle, resting nonchalantly by a wall,

smile that grated on Fiona's nerves, and in her eyes were a mixture of stark hatred and anger which

in his aloof countenance—that Athena's right hand unconsciously flew over

action didn't go unnoticed by Fiona, whose mind wheels were already in

being with you?" Ewan asked, unable to mask the tremor in his voice, still raking

fake all this while? Well, wasn't

need a divorce too, wife. But first, you need to bring forth a son for your father, so that he can return my property to me."

furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what property Ewan was talking about. "What are you talking

illiterate breeder feigns

bristled at Fiona's snide comment, but

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