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

Chapter 220: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ VII

Ewan bit his lips as he sought and found the seriousness and determination in Sandro’s eyes.

Sandro was his own friend, has been that for as long as he could remember—as close to him as Zane was. When had the latter then become Athena’s chief defendant?

Ewan kissed his teeth at this thought; it wasn’t necessary. Anyone knowing the history between Athena and him, knowing how much his wife had gone through to become the woman she was, would act the same way as Sandro.

No matter the level of friendship they shared, Sandro had always been a justice chooser. It seemed Athena had scored herself another loyalist.

Ewan had no doubt that Zane would also go against him should he attempt to raise the flag of "we are not divorced yet" over Athena.

Yet, that wasn’t what he had been attempting to do. For his friends to have that iota of stinking idea go through their minds revealed the lot of mopping up he had to do—the amount of hard work he has to put in to restore his image before his friends, and before Athena.

Letting go, he inhaled slowly and exhaled the same before walking back to his seat.

"Honestly, I don’t know," He started, tapping the table intermittently with his index finger. "I don’t know how I will get past the once-per-month visits, but I won’t be waving the divorce papers over Athena. If I was that kind of person before, I’m not now."

Sandro seemed appeased with Ewan’s statement, for he unfolded his hands from his chest, walked back to his seat, and picked up the iPad again.

Zane exhaled loudly in relief, causing Ewan and Sandro to chuckle heartily.

"You two find it funny now, right? I should have recorded you two so you can see how you looked, arguing over a woman..." Zane teased, taking his own seat.

Ewan and Sandro exchanged comical glances and laughed, any pent-up ill feelings dissipating.

"Well, thank God you didn’t..." Sandro said, scrolling through the documents.

"So, Ewan, if you finally get any idea that will allow you have more than once-per-month visits with the kids, let us know." Zane stated, his eyes on Sandro.

Ewan scoffed. "You both aren’t going to help me? What use are you two of, then?"

Sandro looked up from the iPad. "To cheer you up from the sidelines." A mocking smile teased his lips as he said this, making Ewan snort.

helpful. Well, I’ll have to take the old-fashioned

and Zane exchanged cursory glances. "Which is?"

I’m a

looked at each other again, meaningfully, for three seconds before they burst into laughter,

threw them the serviette on the table.

Sandro

scoffed and looked

a busy woman, right? Where will she see you and your gladiator acts?" Zane asked, finding a break from

he had

through the children," He

He shook his head. "Well, man, if you

he know that?

her, or do you just want more time with the children?" Zane asked, folding

usual, was playing with him. Of course, he had no chance with Athena; that ship had long

his head, suddenly feeling depressed. He had messed

as snippets of his three-year marriage to Athena flew around his mind, including

her was because of the contract; to give her a male child who would bear her

that readiness; his heart had fallen for her, had craved for her, especially in

him when Athena had asked for a divorce, when the

with her love for him, not knowing that he had fallen too

"Ewan..."

calling, but he didn’t want that discussion. "Sandro, what’s holding

atmosphere enveloping them and exhaled tiredly. "As we all know, the gang is after her research. We have seen

already knew while

ago before the marriage had come crashing down. The seconds his friend had lingered, staring at Athena while she was cooking or cleaning, the way the latter was always in a

decided to say nothing, believing that a few more years would bring Ewan’s wall crashing down; that

suddenly interrupted when he came across

is probably hired by some goons—ministers, actually, in

current location?" Zane

recent failure, they will be plotting an attack again. Morgan isn’t known to give up. Should we invade