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

Chapter 81: Thoughtful Gifts

Athena’s eyes diligently scanned Aiden’s report for the second time, her heart weighing heavy with the troubling findings. She wasn’t pleased, not at all.

Fiona, the elusive figure at the center of this web, couldn’t be traced back to either the murder of the chief waiter or her own kidnapping.

True, Fiona had left signs—clues that suggested her involvement—but they were mere whispers, not shouts demanding attention. To the outside world, those whispers were not enough to label Fiona as evil.

The investigation team, having entered her city just two days after her abduction, had come up empty-handed. They were unable to find any CCTV footage from the hotel on the night of the waiter’s murder, nor did they find the CCTV footage of the exact time she had been taken.

Even if some footage had surfaced, Athena doubted it would point directly to Fiona. How could they possibly connect the dots?

She let out a weary sigh, deliberately letting her phone tumble onto the dresser. The weight of her situation was suffocating, and her mind raced in circles.

How desperately she wished to involve her children, to let them stand by her side, but this matter felt too close to home. The children still clung to her for comfort, their worries lingering even a week after the incident.

She gazed at her reflection in the long mirror, her eyes trailing over the remnants of what she had survived. Scars marked her thighs, some faded, others still ghastly reminders of the ordeal.

Each mark whispered of her resilience, but also of the work that lay ahead: the need to eliminate the threat before it found her first, before it could strike again.

As she fought to steady her slightly racing heart, a knock at her door startled her, pulling her from the spiraling thoughts.

"Are you still going out today? I’ve been waiting a while..." Gianna’s voice echoed past the door, punctuating the tense air.

around the room. She had submerged herself in work, lost in the reports and her scars—an unsettling routine since the

you shortly," She called back, forcing herself to shake off the dark

hanging on the chair, slipping it over her head. Black

heading to Ewan’s town, preparing to face the

waited, her stride faltered as she caught sight of her children. They were huddled in the corner of their room, surrounded by the gift bags Ewan

even checked the items—had completely forgotten about them amidst the chaos

of the bags. His eyes widened in disbelief as he read the price printed on the

smile tugged at Athena’s lips; Ewan had risen to her son’s challenge, and it momentarily chased away

the smile away as she turned her attention to the next gift box.

warmed as she saw Kathleen’s face light up with delight. No matter his flaws, it seemed that Ewan had

playhouse, their excited chatter filling the room. The sound wrapped around her like a warm embrace, momentarily easing the tension in her

drifted back to Nathaniel, who was busy emptying another gift box. His excitement was palpable as

signed copies? And how did he know

disbelief and thrill coursed through her veins. Had he really been paying attention during their marriage, despite being as distant as he often was, despite being a cold

her whirlwind of emotions, a note slipped

barreled into the children’s room, catching Nathaniel’s curious glance, and snatched

I thought you were already leaving with Aunt Gianna!" Nathaniel

my attention," She replied, feigning seriousness as she met his puzzled gaze. "Haven’t I taught you not to

grin spreading across his face. "I