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.

that was threatening to mask her face

her the most; her heart tethered on breakage the most

then, yet she stood her ground, choosing to see the end of this matter there and then, before

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

Ewan started, rubbing gentle slow circles on

bravely amidst the withering ache that assailed her heart, without

be no easy way out of this marriage. 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 have to lay

should 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 aloof countenance that her husband was sporting.

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

and aggressive—the first crack in his aloof countenance—that

Fiona, whose mind

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

been fake all this while?

your father, so that he can return my property to me." He covered

her eyebrows, not understanding what property Ewan was

illiterate breeder

Fiona's snide comment, but she didn't