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 When she opened them again, the remnants of her anxiety had been replaced by a cold, steely determination glinting in her eyes.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?"

ask. She had assumed the matter was resolved, tucked away along with her secrets, but it seemed she had gloated

way to respond without revealing

Nathaniel pressed further, his concern now

steady. "Not at all. It’s at home because it’s a recent drug I worked on.

couldn’t stand the idea of him

softly, a thin

smiled back, but her gaze shifted back to Nathaniel, who seemed suddenly

pulled at Athena’s heartstrings, and she instantly knelt to

Kate?" She prompted gently, grateful that her daughter

died, and everyone was

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

assured her, though the ghost of Old Mr. Thorne’s warning flickered through her mind—a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of

kill him today?" Kathleen asked,

she knew about Ewan’s strength and determination. "No. He is stronger than that. He will face

so, Mom?" Nathaniel asked, echoing

own experience, recalling the truth that had shattered her

or pity. Oh no. She loved her children too much for that. And this court case, in a way, was she rendering help to him, the last he will get from her, apart from

thick atmosphere. Disengaging from her embrace with Kathleen, she stood and

texts awaited her from Areso and Chelsea, wishing her good luck for the case today. She quickly sent them both a note of appreciation, feeling the familiar warmth of

noted the time, a deep sigh escaped her lips. It was time. "Let’s go. I’m sure

to her words, Gianna was indeed waiting. As Athena stepped into the living room, she exhaled softly, her heart