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.

enough, Ewan. Grant me a divorce." Athena answered, clamping down the hurt and searing pain that was threatening to mask her face

sure, but it pained her the most; her heart tethered on

of this matter there and then, before disappearing

stupid of her to break down in tears before them. Her foolishness and naivety

Ewan started, rubbing gentle slow circles on Fiona's

bravely amidst the withering ache that assailed

Not until I get what I want from you and that day looks to be a long way off. Unfortunately, cliche though it may seem, you've made this bed and we both

it again." Athena

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

crack in his aloof

action didn't go unnoticed by Fiona,

tremor in his voice, still raking in a shallow unbelief that Athena would want

fake all this

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

eyebrows, not understanding what property Ewan was

illiterate breeder feigns

comment, but she didn't