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

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: An Accusation

Slick with sweat and limp with ecstasy, Athena collapsed back into the bed, her mind befogged by the mind-blowing sex with Ewan.

Her slender form was still severely racked by the spasms of her strong release. And her earlier smouldering rage had subsided significantly.

Athena knew if she prolonged campaigning for her separation from Ewan, that she might never really leave him.

Yes, the sex was that good. It was one thing she wouldn't fault Ewan for. He was good in bed, so good that it numbed her of her thoughts most times, probably why she had remained in this marriage this long. But no more.

Within seconds of their shared orgasm, Ewan had untangled, disengaged, and distanced himself from her, lying on his back next to her with laboured, ragged breathing.

Even after all this time, his words—which were usually wrenched from him at his climax—remained suspended in the air between them and continued to cause more pain than was necessary.

"Give me a son, Athena..."

With those five words, he inevitably killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative.

After three years of the same, Athena had finally realized that it would never change. It had taken the events of today to tell her that.

That's why she held strong to her own five words!

They were words that had been on the tip of her tongue since he had met her in the bedroom after sending Fiona home two hours ago; words that had coated her mouth when he had plunged into her; words that she could no longer swallow back, no matter how much it killed her to say them.

sat up naked, her body still trembling, and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees and watched

he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the shower, where she

the words and they spilled

won't demand for anything else.

every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring, before he turned his head to meet her watchful gaze. His eyes were hooded

our marriage..." He taunted with exquisite cruelty and Athena lowered her eyelids, trying to mask the shaft of pain in his

her emotions under control, she once again lifted her eyes to his dark

She managed, hoping the

side and propped himself up

changed."

chuckle, which caused her to flinch more than words

he wouldn't answer

care..." Ewan shrugged. "But like I told you earlier today; no son, no divorce. That isn't hard now

would be happy to carry your son. Why don't you get married to her? You seem to love her." Athena asked, burying her face in

Fiona that holds the treasure..." Ewan answered. "This is the last time we will discuss this." He added, before getting up and walking, naked, to the en-suite bathroom, where she believed he

to compose herself, swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of both hands before dragging on a gauzy peignoir and heading toward the kitchen to make herself a hot

felt Ewan's presence behind her and the hairs in the nape of her neck stood on end. His aura was colder

of this, Athena? Who is this man?" He asked with a voice of steel, gently dropping a phone in front of her,

no, definitely not her, in the arms of a naked man on a bed. It looked so intimate,

sender of the message. It was Fiona.

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