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

Chapter 121: Christmas Morning

Athena was so ensnared by the comforting embrace of sleep that the initial tugging at her ears barely registered.

But as the intermittent tugs grew more insistent—sharp taps on various parts of her body that blurred in the haze of slumber—she found herself reluctantly untangling from the hypnotic pull of sleep.

"Who’s there?" She murmured groggily, her right hand groping around the space as her eyes remained clasped shut.

A familiar sound broke through the fog, a whisper that sent a spark of recognition to her mind.

"Mom!"

That must surely be Kate, she thought, furrowing her brow in confusion. It couldn’t be five p.m yet, the time for the Christmas play. So what’s going on?

Suddenly alert, her eyes flew open at the thought, only to narrow in disbelief when she spotted her children, along with Gianna, sporting gleeful, sheepish grins.

"What the hell is goi—"

"Merry Christmas, Mom!"

"Merry Christmas, Athena!"

The twins and Gianna chimed in unison, bouncing on their heels like colorful rubber balls. The jubilance in their voices was so exuberant that it almost made her wince and cover her ears.

Athena opened her mouth to scold them for waking her up, but the sheer joy radiating from her children rendered her voice still. Instead, she grimaced and sat up, confusion swirling within her.

had driven them to wake her? She blamed their current prestigious school

couldn’t even help but feel warm at the sight. Those glimmering

say something back..." Kate insisted,

Christmas to you

so

ignited within her as she caught sight of a Christmas wreath hanging from their doorpost—an unmistakable

bubbling over, her eyes silently asking: how?

and about, the

entire night mulling over the collection of evidence for the impending court case—she had no choice but to involve them when certain matters weren’t adding up, when the people under her,

it was what they would have wanted. Probably why

been worth it. She has

exchanged knowing winks before skipping after Gianna, leading the

shimmer and glow like so many stars. Colors danced across the walls, reds and greens swirling together in a

to the banister to the twinkling lights strung about. When she finally stepped into the living room, her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest

transformed into a

Christmas tree dominated the corner, its branches sagging gently under the weight of glistening ornaments and garlands that seemed to sing of joy. Sparkling twinkling lights snaked lovingly around it, casting a rainbow of hues across the room,

sea of gifts—colorful wrappings reflecting the morning light, names scrawled on tags that promised surprise and delight. Sweet-smelling candles flickered softly, and the faint, nostalgic scent

memories surged like an unstoppable tide. This

the warmth and laughter of those bygone days. The scent of cookies enveloped her, sending her into a reverie she thought had vanished with her mother’s

Gianna step beside her, Athena’s gaze locked onto her friend’s

had to add a touch." Gianna whispered softly, as if the admission were a sacred

through her as her eyes fell upon the tray of cookies displayed on the table. A flood

she could feel the tension in the room thicken, a blend of excitement and uncertainty, mingling in the air. The