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."

allowing the tale of perfection to wash over her, recognizing the bittersweet nature of Florence’s words. Grief had a way of twisting memories into something both beautiful and painful. "So, what happened to her?" She asked gently when

with a heaviness that seemed to linger in the air. "She

hit Athena like a cold gust

packing the plates from the table

impose but feeling compelled to play her role as a good guest. She helped Florence clear the table first, then followed her into the kitchen,

experience that the woman needed this bout of house chores, a familiar routine to help untangle her

washing the plates slowly yet methodically, Athena stood by her

a good thing or

small duty in front

see it as a good thing, I will do

moment I’m laughing with you, and the next, I’m pondering if it was a good decision to bring

I understand the complexities of grief. If I were in your shoes, I’m sure I would have acted the same

up with the memory. "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 second round of heartache at what Miley’s son

doesn’t exempt him from his crimes. As much as the drugs wreaked havoc on his

because the girl had saved him from drowning some years back. Now, seeing the extent

another plate from Florence’s hands. "But I

lost momentarily in thought. "But there’s a reason for everything, I guess. Maybe if he were with us, he wouldn’t