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

Chapter 256: Long Night XX

"The truth this time around, Athena. I want the truth. I think I deserve it after all this time in the dark." Susan continued when Athena remained silent.

She crossed her legs over each other and folded her arms across her chest, ready for the tale that had her heart racing.

Athena, backed into a corner now, nodded, feeling she had no choice. Retelling this event was unlike anything she had ever done; it was a type she never wanted to be caught dead speaking of because it tore open wounds she thought had healed and left her feeling raw.

But she had seen the plea in Susan’s eyes and knew there was no way around it this time. It was time to share the burden.

"Your mother was the best agent I loved working with. We did a lot of jobs together, accomplished many things. We never failed at a single task given to us by the agency—never had a mishap. We were the best in the field—until one fateful day..." A pause, during which Athena gathered her feelings, bunched them up, and set them aside.

She needed to remain stoic to recount this story without breaking down in tears. Susan deserved that much.

"We were instructed by the head of operations to retrieve an item from an antique auction. We were warned ahead of time that there would be opposition, as many other eyes were on the item too."

"What was the item?" Susan cut in, leaning forward slightly, her full attention focused on Athena and the story she was about to tell.

Meanwhile, Athena pursed her lips. "I’m not even sure. You know how wealthy people always go for the most abstract things..." She answered, almost as if she wasn’t in the same category as the rich.

On a normal day, Susan would have pointed out that inconsistency with a laugh, but today wasn’t a normal day. Today, Susan was mourning her mother.

"But it was like a painting, only I could never understand the head or tail of it. There was even a bloody nylon strapped to the canvas!" Athena shook her head. "Well, that was the item we were tasked with bringing back to the agency by the HOD. He told us it was of international importance, that the balance of peace among nations was teetering on a delicate edge."

up whatever he said..." Athena continued, her eyes watering as she remembered the old

after the item—our lingering doubts were quenched, and we set out to complete the mission

Susan expectantly. "Did I tell you that your mother was a master of disguises? She could take

rolled

the heist. But we were ambushed on the way back to the headquarters. It was Morgan and his gang members. At that time, though, we didn’t know

as Morgan fled the scene with some of his men. We thought it was over. But then I received a call from the boss asking us to return to headquarters because there was another mission to undertake. Confused, I asked him if he wasn’t aware I was already on a mission. Well, he wasn’t aware. It turns out the old man, the HOD, hadn’t informed him, so I did. The boss was angry, mentioning that there was no world peace hinging on that painting. Turns out that the painting was for the old man’s wife; she had

A pause.

The old man wasn’t happy that we had failed the mission; he found it hard to believe, actually, but he let the matter go, since he was almost fired for the disgraceful

Another significant pause.

back, but your mother doubted their intentions, especially given the sketchy way everything was going. However, we outwardly agreed with the boss and promised to bring the painting the next day. When we got to her place, we picked up the painting and stared at it; there was nothing spectacular about it, yet we could see

it up; it was a small memory card. Curiosity got the better of us, and we slotted it

of what she

that why you stopped working for the

"Yes," Athena stated, nodding.

happened after you both found the

the boss, although we kept the memory card for ourselves." A pause. "Somehow, they must have suspected that we had the memory card because shortly after, we noticed we were being watched. We were well-trained agents, so we knew what was happening. But we pretended not to see anything, having planned to submit our resignation letters

run off with

actually returned it a few days later. Maybe something in our eyes told the boss that we had seen its contents, for he said that things didn’t always look the way they appeared." A scoff escaped her lips, followed by a dry laugh. "Like we didn’t

Susan scoffed drily.