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

Chapter 98: The Gala II

As the last notes from the gala’s orchestra faded into the evening air, the mood shifted from the formalities of awards and speeches to the vibrant energy of mingling and celebration. The official part of the event was over, and now it was a time for congratulations, hugs, and handshakes.

"Congratulations, Doctor!" came the chorus from attendees flocking around Athena, their voices a melodic blend of joy and admiration.

A bright smile adorned her face as the accolades poured in—"Best Medical Service to Humanity" and "Most Influential Woman in The City."

Her awards were sitting pretty with Gianna.

Hence, she basked in the spotlight, the recognition that came after years of relentless dedication to her patients and her craft.

"Thank you, thank you all!" She said, accepting heartfelt pats on the back and warm congratulations.

In that moment, she felt a sense of pride swell within her. After the long nights and the days filled with challenges, it was rewarding to be seen and celebrated for her hard work.

Meanwhile, Gianna and Sandro exchanged excited chatter, filling in the gaps in the crowd. Their laughter rippled through the air like music, drawing attention from those nearby.

Zane, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, watched them both, a mixture of irritation and unease flashing across his face.

"It’s like a flirtation fest over there," he muttered under his breath. Although he tried to focus on welcoming guests and making small talk, his eyes betrayed him, sneaking glances toward Gianna and Sandro. When did they get so inseparable?

Ewan too, stood at the edge of the crowd, doing his best to engage with other attendees, though his gaze continuously drifted back to Athena.

Her warmth, her light—it was disarming. Ewan tried to remind himself to stay focused on Fiona, who stood by his side, a frown tugging at her lips as she noticed his wandering attention.

As if reading his mind, Fiona leaned closer, her voice laced with annoyance. "Ewan, focus on the people who actually matter here," she said, a sharp edge to her tone. "We’re supposed to be networking, not ogling over Athena across the room."

Ewan steeled, hating to be called to his bullshit. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Fiona. Are you seeing things now?"

Fiona’s frustration deepened. She ignored his question. "You said you wanted to get over her, remember?"

Ewan said nothing to that. But he finally looked away from Athena.

an escape from the attention, a

she spotted Ethan by the entrance of the hall, standing

good! The perfect

generating buzz. She thought, noticing the

She concluded. After all, according to the public here, he was the business guru, known for his innovative ideas and sharp

called out, relief flooding her voice as she made her way through the crowd

she noticed

of disbelief escaped her lips. What was her friend doing here? And was

pediatrician, known for her compassion and dedication to children’s health. She was striking in

the world, renowned for her exceptional talent and signature style. With her well-groomed appearance and confident demeanor, Areso

couldn’t believe her

we have here!" She exclaimed as

friends grinned mischievously. "Our

laughed, and wrapped her arms around Chelsea first, pulling her into a tight

feeling is mutual. I watched the awards presentation as Ethan drove us here. You deserve every bit of praise this evening! Congratulations dear friend!"

the hug then, offering

French accent enhancing her words. "Only you could shine brighter than all the

You’re quite the flatterer," Athena said, giggling as the three shared a laugh. Gianna soon joined them, her

Gianna said, wrapping her arms around the trio in a

and for a moment, Athena

the ease didn’t last long. Athena suddenly noticed Chelsea’s facial expression—a tense look weighing on her features. It was a shadow of displeasure that didn’t sit right with

she asked, her concern edging

Athena caught sight of Sandro at the distance, his eyes flickering between

hurt and disappointment, amplifying the tension that was beginning to take hold of the room. What now? Why did everything seem

mind racing. "Is this a cruel twist of fate? First Zane,

could dwell too long on her turmoil, Chelsea pulled away from their group,

alarm and unbelief in her tone. "Where are you

Athena. I just... I need some air," Chelsea replied curtly, casting one last frustrated glance at Sandro before disappearing into the throng of

of the disruption hanging over the group, and with

put." She started to follow Chelsea but paused for a moment. "You okay?" she asked Athena, who could