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

Chapter 135: D-Day

"Mom, you look nervous." Nathaniel spoke, prompting Athena to gaze at her reflection in the mirror again with a hint of vulnerability. She had been staring at her reflection, looking for anything that could provide a sense of calm before the storm.

Upon hearing her son’s concern, she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. When she opened them again, the remnants of her anxiety had been replaced by a cold, steely determination glinting in her eyes.

Nathaniel continued, unfazed. "You don’t have to worry, Mom. We won’t let him win." He grasped her hand firmly in his, as Kathleen took hold of her other hand. Their touch was grounding, a reassurance against the mounting pressure she felt.

"We will win this, Mom. It’s a done deal. It’s inevitable." Nathaniel concluded with a confidence that would have warmed her heart, had she not been so preoccupied with her own swirling emotions.

He rested his head by her waist, a small gesture that usually made her smile, but today served as a reminder of what was at stake.

Athena longed to run her fingers through their hair affectionately, but with both of them holding her hands, she decided to leave it. She rather fought back the nervousness that threatened to creep in again.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t prepared or that she feared losing; that would never happen. But the specter of the elder council loomed large, a reminder of the painful memories tied to the last time she had entered that hall.

Six years ago, that place had marked the bane of her existence, seeping her life with bitterness and anger—feelings she thought she had buried under the weight of time. Yet here they were, ready to resurface, waiting for the right trigger.

In her chest, she felt a familiar ache, not as sharp as it had been those years ago, when the pain had consumed her entirely, but still present, gnawing at her resolve.

"Mom... I have a question, quite unrelated." Nathaniel’s voice broke through her thoughts again, and she looked down at him.

"What is it, Nathaniel?" She asked, noting the unusual quietness of Kathleen, who had been uncharacteristically subdued all morning.

"It’s about the container of drugs you gave to Mr. Ewan regarding his issues. Why do you have it in your possession at home?"

had assumed the matter was resolved, tucked away along with her secrets, but

quickly pressed her lips together, searching for a way to

threatened, Mom?" Nathaniel pressed

shook her head vigorously, forcing her voice to remain steady. "Not at all. It’s at home because it’s a recent drug I worked on. It hasn’t yet gone to market. Nothing much," She stated calmly, directing her gaze toward the

bear for him to see the lie, couldn’t stand the idea of

muttered softly, a thin smile

her gaze shifted back to Nathaniel,

nightmare." The vulnerability in Kathleen’s voice pulled at Athena’s heartstrings, and she instantly knelt to draw her daughter close, cupping her small face in her

What was it about, Kate?" She prompted gently, grateful that her daughter finally felt comfortable enough to share what had been troubling

and everyone was gloomy

in surprise, the unexpectedness of the statement catching her off guard. She swiftly drew Kathleen close, sensing the weight of sadness that

Old Mr. Thorne’s warning flickered through her mind—a reminder of the dangers that

kill him today?" Kathleen asked, her

stronger than that. He will face the truth,

so, Mom?" Nathaniel asked, echoing his sister’s concerns

own conviction. "I know so." She spoke from her own experience, recalling the truth that had shattered her years ago. It had broken her then, but she had come back stronger, forged anew through

case will be the same with Ewan, because she wouldn’t be backing out because of a mere nightmare or pity. Oh no. She loved her children too much for that. And this court case, in a way, was she rendering help

with a message just then, the sound cutting through the thick atmosphere. Disengaging from her embrace with Kathleen, she stood

luck for the case today. She quickly sent them both a note of appreciation, feeling the familiar warmth of friendship

a deep sigh escaped her lips. It was time. "Let’s go. I’m sure Gianna has been waiting for a

stepped into the living room, she exhaled softly, her heart lifting at the