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

Chapter 258: Nightmare II

Gianna couldn’t speak for the first five minutes after Athena’s confession; maybe even longer. Her silence was profound, encasing them both in a heavy atmosphere that felt almost tangible.

There was a type of blank expression on her face, the kind that spoke of numbness and disbelief—the horror of it all was overwhelming. How cruel the world could be, and how could this happen to her friend, to such a good woman?

Gianna remembered meeting Scarlet only once. Athena had made the introduction, describing her as a brilliant colleague in the hospital. Scarlet had lit up the room with her confidence, possessing killer looks that could captivate anyone lucky enough to witness her charm.

Gianna recalled the first glimpse of Scarlet’s infectious laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her work. She had left that meeting feeling inspired, and when the tragic news of Scarlet’s death had reached her, a wave of sadness had washed over her.

To hear the gory details that surrounded Scarlet’s untimely demise was heart-wrenching, terribly shocking—much more so than the revelation that Athena had once worked with the CIA. The weight of it pressed down hard in that moment of shock, squeezing her lungs as she struggled to comprehend what her friend had just revealed.

She finally inhaled softly—the first outward act of her body—when Athena leaned into her, resting her head on her shoulder.

Exhaustion dripped from Athena and as Gianna tried to hold her friend tighter, she noted the frail state and pale complexion of the latter.

It wasn’t just exhaustion alone; Gianna could see the flicker of fear that tainted Athena’s soft features. She knew that her friend was scared—not just frightened but terrified of what she might see or feel in her dreams, of more terrible nights awaiting her.

"Athena..." Gianna began, instinctively rising to offer consolation, but she shut her mouth after a moment’s hesitation. What could she say that would truly reach her friend? What could she do to alleviate this crushing sense of sorrow?

She wetted her lips, slowly draping her hand over Athena’s shoulder, bringing her closer. "I am sorry that all this happened. I wish..."

Her voice trailed off, the unuttered words lingering heavily in the air. I wish you could have told me earlier? That it didn’t have to happen to you?

None of these phrases seemed satisfactory, and as a wave of helplessness washed over her, Gianna fell silent, letting the sorrowful stillness in the room reign.

Time passed in a cocoon of shared breaths and unspoken thoughts, and the two friends remained tightly wound in this space, finding solace in each other’s presence.

that felt more like hours, Gianna finally indicated that they should go to the bed, hoping to create

sleep. Besides, it’s already day." She darted a worried glance at the window, with the French curtains pushed aside, allowing morning light to flood into

replied

time, Athena didn’t waste any more time. She hurriedly got to her feet—though slower than she normally would—and climbed onto the bed. Gianna followed suit, opening her arms as she lay down, welcoming the comfort of

But I also know that you can push through this. You are stronger than you realize, and though it may feel impossible right now,

should have told you

do that. You had your reasons for keeping it a

own burdens that weighed her down. The memories of her own pressure—the feeling of wearing a mask while

press for information. She chose instead to stay quiet, content to just lay

backdrop for reflection. It

might help to

they were so worried, thinking I was mentally unwell or something. I had to stop—they wouldn’t let up with the questions I wasn’t ready to

therapy would make you a better mother for them. There’s nothing wrong with therapy; it doesn’t mean you’re mentally ill or something. You can explain it all to them in simpler

is over and done

filled with the firmness of friendship that

gently as she considered her friend’s words.

Athena. I feel like I’m not doing enough," Gianna whispered, hurt

and Athena felt relief in being able to finally share

chest, taking deep breaths to find balance

children?" She asked moments later, feeling the heaviness lift a little

their

tighter in her stomach. Which father was Gianna talking about?

"When you say ’father’..."

meant Ewan,"