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

Chapter 82: Saving An Enemy

Gianna stood frozen, momentarily speechless at Athena’s response.

She took a step toward Athena, her eyes darting over the carefully arranged stacks of books and the colorful gift bags scattered around.

"Gianna, he brought them on the day of the kidnap." Athena echoed, her brow furrowed. "I had forgotten them till I saw the children opening it," She added softly, her fingers brushing against the fabric.

Gianna’s eyes perused the fiery gown, pausing when she saw a note pinned on it. Her hand instinctively reached for the delicate note.

She read it to Athena whose facial expression bordered on confusion.

’I noticed you’re a fan of Areso.’

"Is he wooing you back?"

Athena sighed, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued, "I don’t know. Signed copies of Colleen Hoover’s books bought after a year of our divorce, an Areso gown, and Le Fan’s heels. What do you think, Gianna?"

Gianna took a deep breath, shaking her head in disbelief. "It’s hard to make sense of this. Why all of this now, especially after everything that’s happened?"

"Exactly. He claims it’s for a partnership deal," Athena replied, frustration lacing her tone.

Gianna laughed, a sound that was almost mocking. "Partnership my foot. If you don’t want to go back to him, don’t bother meeting him. Partnership deals can be discussed in the boardroom, so you can ask for that. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Athena’s expression darkened, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.

"Unless you want to tell him about the kids," Gianna said bluntly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.

Athena felt her heart skip.

"Lately, when I go to pick the children up from school, I see Sandro hanging around..." Gianna continued, exhaling softly. "They suspect something, and it wouldn’t be crazy if he didn’t, considering Nathaniel’s resemblance to him. I think..."

actions after your truth will inform us on

truth about their children to him—made her

was right about one thing: the suspense was slightly suffocating.

should accept his

It’s time to face this head-on," Gianna encouraged, her tone firm yet supportive.

Athena replied, steeling herself. "But for now, we have a place to be. Remember, I have

we will be spending on our first visit,"

go then," Athena said, standing erect

a sense of foreboding filled the air. And when they

before them was so shocking and troubling. The streets were eerily quiet, and most of the townspeople appeared

as they

not transmitted by contact?" Gianna asked, her voice trembling with

nodded, surveying the environment, checking to see what had

Gianna

honestly. It’s been proven over and over again that it’s not by contact, but..." Athena paused, glancing around at the somber faces surrounding them. "At least those

her arms, watching a little girl play nearby, a gray patch marring her otherwise innocent features. "Where did the

her head, her heart heavy with the weight of unanswered

thick silence. It was Alfonso. She picked

us that you’re coming today..." Alfonso’s voice

"Yes, I’m already in town. Do you

you later then," Alfonso

call, exuding the calm façade of

She said

Athena knocked on the door. It opened almost instantly, revealing Alfonso with a troubled expression etched

furrowing her eyebrows. Weren’t they suppose to

much as the disease isn’t spread by contact, it isn’t advisable to stay in the same confines with the afflicted. What

welcome them in. "I have the disease too. Are you sure it

head. "It’s not.