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."

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

her shoulders, rising to her feet with a heaviness that seemed to linger in the air. "She

abruptness of that statement hit Athena like a cold gust of

the plates from the table with a practiced,

quickly got to her feet, not wishing to impose but feeling compelled to play her role as a good guest. She helped Florence clear the table first,

this bout of house chores, a familiar routine to help

yet methodically, Athena stood by her side, assisting with the rinsing and wiping down of the plates

if that is a good thing or a bad thing..." Florence remarked, her voice trailing off as she

intently on the small duty in front of her,

as Edward has chosen to see it as a good thing, I will do

to make you uncomfortable or confused. One moment I’m laughing with you, and the

grief. If I were in your shoes, I’m sure I would have acted the same way. Grief can manifest in so many ways." She paused, studying Florence’s face. "Your husband tells me Emily’s

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

settle in her chest. "But it doesn’t exempt him from his crimes. As much as the drugs wreaked havoc on

he chose Alfonso and his daughter because the girl had saved him from drowning some years back. Now, seeing the extent

the same feelings on that topic." Athena said, collecting another plate from Florence’s hands. "But I wish he had accepted your offer. He would have turned

Maybe if he were with us, he wouldn’t have married you, and