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

Chapter 137: In The Court

’The hall still looks the same’ was Athena’s first thought as she stepped into the elders’ council hall, holding her children’s hands tightly.

The familiar scent of old wood and polished stone enveloped her, a bittersweet reminder of the countless decisions made in this very space. The only different thing was the projector that Aiden had mounted yesterday with their permission regarding today’s case, a stark, modern addition against the timeless backdrop of the hall.

Athena felt a strange sense of dislocation seeing the sameness after all these years, for it felt like a telltale sign that these elders were still the same—stoic as ever, and frustratingly shallow to believe in outdated and faulty proofs. But today, resolute and ready, she would claw her way through their ignorance to present such compelling evidence that there would be no room for foolish judgments.

"Athena, is there a problem?" She heard Antonio whisper, his voice low and tinged with concern, drawing her back to the moment. She shook her head, aware of an intense, burning gaze on her. She already knew who had it, and there was no need to turn.

"I’m fine, Antonio. Let’s sit in the opposite seats."

With a quick yet elegant stride, she made her way to the designated bench, still holding the twins’ small hands, followed closely by Gianna and Antonio. Aiden and Old Mr. Thorne brought up the rear, accompanied by two of his security detail, eyes scanning the room for any hint of threat.

The rest remained outside, vigilant in keeping an eye out for the gang, in coalition with others stationed at hidden spots around the court, and those reporting from the inner chambers.

"A lot of people have gathered for this meeting..." Old Mr. Thorne remarked, his seasoned eyes checking out the throng of people seated and staring at them inscrutably.

Athena couldn’t agree more. There were more spectators here than there had been at her case six years ago, likely because this one involved children—a raw nerve that drew an audience. The absence of available seats propelled her thoughts; the only reason theirs had been left empty was due to someone securing a perfect number for them. Who could that be?

in the bustling crowd, even though she had no clear notion of what she

when she caught Sandro’s cheeky wink and Zane’s subtle

small, conspiratorial wave of her own, as they were seated right next to Ewan, who was glaring at his

surprise when Mrs. Margaret, Fiona’s mother, waved at

desire to see her, Athena hadn’t bothered to carve out time from her packed schedule for the woman. She didn’t quite understand

off years ago, or to grovel

uncertainty sent a ripple of nonchalancy through her. For the moment, she chose not to return the

declared hotly to his two friends, who were neither playing nor interacting with the kids but exchanging knowing

a sly smirk. But he wanted nothing that they had—except, perhaps, the easy camaraderie they shared with his

two continue with this, I’ll personally push

traitors. Who knows if they are in cahoots with her?"

signature grace. They pretended to

Sandro’s house instead of in the comforts of his mansion? His friends had supplied a flimsy excuse—spending time together to prepare for the case in a less

companion; her interests were merely superficial, centered on vapid subjects such as fashion trends and meaningless gossip that bored him to tears. Worse still, she usually came home reeking of another

he took a deep breath, her fragrance intermingled with a foreign scent, prickling

draped in flowing regalia trooped out, their solemnity

those of sanctity. She pursed her lips, watching Alfonso rise from his seat to join the elders at the podium, claiming a position near