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.

have to take

exchanged cursory glances. "Which

her I’m

looked at each other again, meaningfully, for

the serviette on the

and Sandro laughed

scoffed and

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

Ewan thought. Sadly, he

will go through the children,"

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

know that?

trying to get back with her, or do you just want

latter, as usual, was playing with him. Of course, he had no chance with Athena; that ship had long sailed. He only wanted

depressed. He had messed up all his

continue with the reading..." He muttered, looking down at his fingers as snippets of his three-year marriage to Athena flew around his mind, including their hot moments in the

was because of the contract; to

her, had craved for her, especially in the last

restlessness that had beset him when Athena had asked for a divorce, when the false videos had run through the socials, when she

it. He had toyed with her love for him, not knowing that he had fallen too

"Ewan..."

why his friend was calling, but he didn’t

exhaled tiredly. "As we all

the information they already knew while his mind wandered to Ewan and what the latter could

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 haste to go

a few more years would

thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he came across

some goons—ministers, actually,

Zane interrupted,

will be plotting an attack again. Morgan isn’t known to give up. Should we