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

Chapter 150: The Court Case XIII

"Six years ago, I never slept with Athena," Lucas started, clasping his hands behind his back, resolutely ignoring the murmurs that erupted once again after that bold declaration.

He had come prepared—prepared to withstand any insult, any blame, any punishment at all—if it would grant him the custody of his daughter.

Athena had allowed him a video call with Kendra, a heartwarming experience he would cherish forever.

At first, the little beauty had been hesitant, her voice tinged with uncertainty, but in moments, she had transformed. Laughter had flowed freely, and the sound of her joy had brightened the dim shadows of his memories.

Her laughter kept him focused straight ahead now, his composure unwavering, even as a sharp shoe landed squarely on his right cheek.

Yet Lucas didn’t bother twisting around to see who had thrown it, nor did he ponder who had called him stupid, nor did he wonder why Athena was letting the congregation stone him shoes. No, he kept his eyes locked on Elder Timothy. After all, Athena owed him nothing. If anything, it was he who owed her.

"Six years ago, I returned from my studies abroad. Even before dropping in to see my own family, I asked to see Athena," Lucas continued, his voice steady. "She was my best friend and my confidante—the one who had pushed me to study physics, even giving me textbooks from her collection..."

told she’s an illiterate!" A voice echoed from the back, piercing

until that moment,

nothing in defense. Instead, he fiddled nervously with his hands, his gaze falling to the floor in

"Illiterate? That must be the joke of the century!

lips pursing thoughtfully. This explained everything—the extraordinary academic prowess displayed in Athena’s records. Yet,

had been too caught up

to elaborate on the circumstances behind Athena’s situation, but instead, Lucas continued recounting the events of six years ago, weaving a narrative

was hurrying to meet Athena at the hotel she had booked for my stay when I met Fiona and her father waiting for me by the airport gates. As it turned out, they had orchestrated a fast game on me; Alfonso was friends with

paused, the weight of his confession

But when they showed me the video of my younger brothers in captivity, my resolve began to waver." His voice was strong, yet tinged with the ache

could she do this? How could she wield someone else’s fear as a weapon in her twisted game? Of course, it was now alarmingly clear

"I stabbed Athena in the back." Each word hung heavily in the air, laced with the bitterness of remorse. "But days after I did that, I learnt

thickly in the air like a dense fog. Margaret sat transfixed, struggling to absorb the weight of this shocking confession. How