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.

moment though started getting suffocating for her as time went on. She needed an escape from the attention, a breather

she scanned the room, she spotted Ethan by the entrance of the hall, standing

The perfect

generating buzz. She thought, noticing the whispers surrounding him like

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

voice as she made her way through the

she

laughter of disbelief escaped her lips. What was her

compassion and dedication to children’s health. She was striking in her red lacy gown, her presence radiating

her stood Areso, one of the most influential fashion designers in the world, renowned for her exceptional talent and signature

believe her

exclaimed as

grinned mischievously. "Our surprises worked

wrapped her arms around Chelsea first, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Ethan drove us here. You deserve every bit of praise this evening!

hug then, offering Athena

added, her charming French accent enhancing her words.

the three shared a laugh.

is starting to feel like a reunion!" Gianna said, wrapping her arms around the trio in a circle

atmosphere lightened, and for a moment,

last long. Athena suddenly noticed Chelsea’s facial expression—a tense look weighing on her features. It was a shadow of

Chelsea?" she asked, her concern edging into

caught sight of Sandro

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

"Is this a

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

mix of alarm and unbelief in her

replied curtly, casting one last frustrated glance at Sandro before disappearing

the weight of the disruption hanging over the group, and with Chelsea gone, the happy

this," Gianna said. "You two stay put." She started to follow Chelsea but paused for a moment. "You okay?" she asked Athena, who