Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

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.

me a divorce." Athena answered, clamping down the hurt and searing pain that was threatening to mask her face on seeing Fiona slip her

most; her heart tethered on breakage the most when

stood her ground, choosing to see the end of this matter there and then, before disappearing to grieve two

stupid of her to break down in tears before them. Her foolishness and naivety of three years ended here. She no longer had the desire to thaw the ice

the very beginning." Ewan started, rubbing gentle slow circles on Fiona's

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

Not until I get what I want from you and that day looks to be a long way off. Unfortunately, cliche though

get rid of the 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, choosing to take up the

grated on Fiona's nerves, and in her eyes were a mixture

so instant and aggressive—the first crack in his aloof countenance—that Athena's right hand unconsciously flew

by Fiona, whose mind wheels were already in

you think I'm happy being with you?" Ewan asked, unable to mask the tremor in his voice, still raking in a

fake all this

you need to bring forth a son for your father, so that he can return my property to me." He covered the distance

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

breeder

snide comment, but she