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

Chapter 165: Visiting Mr. Thorne IV

This again? Athena thought, cleaning her mouth elegantly with the wipe that had been kept for her.

The sensation of the soft cloth against her skin could hardly cleanse the discomfort she felt now at the dinner table; a stark contrast to her earlier feelings amidst the laughter and the bustling energy of family camaraderie while a few minutes ago.

"I guess people do have look-alikes in this world of ours. Part of life’s humor," She finally said, trying to inject a lightness into the conversation.

"I see..." Florence muttered soberly.

Athena could detect a trace of bitterness in Florence’s words, and her heart ached for the older woman, wishing she could do something to alleviate the evident distress the woman was in.

Florence’s eyes glossed over slightly, and for a fleeting moment, Athena could see the layers of pain and nostalgia weave through her expression.

"Tell me about her, your daughter, I mean... Emily..." She offered, surprised at how natural the question felt in the air.

A flicker of brightness illuminated Florence’s face, as if a distant candle had suddenly been reignited.

"Emily was a beauty to behold, the perfect daughter and child anyone could ask for," Florence began, her voice taking on a dreamy lilt that resonated with memory. "Of course, she had her flaws, but they were barely noticeable under the shade of all her goodness. She was a bright one, a purity in this dark world of ours."

a way of twisting memories into something both beautiful and painful. "So, what happened to her?" She asked gently when she noticed

to her feet with a heaviness that seemed to linger in the air.

statement hit Athena like a cold

packing the plates from the table with a practiced,

compelled to play her role as a good guest. She helped Florence clear the table first,

bout of house chores, a familiar routine to

Florence stood over the sink, washing the plates slowly yet methodically, Athena stood by her side, assisting with the rinsing and

much like her, and I don’t even know if that is a good thing or a

this time, focusing intently on the small duty in

to see it as a good thing,

with you, and the next, I’m pondering if

grief. If I were in your shoes, I’m sure I would have acted

"Yes, they were best friends from their college days. It fostered a close relationship between our two families. We sometimes visited Ewan’s family. That must be why I couldn’t bring myself to come for the court case when Edward told me about it. I couldn’t stomach a

him from his crimes.

we wanted to adopt him after his parents died, but he chose Alfonso and his daughter because

another plate from Florence’s

lost momentarily in thought. "But there’s a reason for everything, I guess. Maybe if he were with