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

Chapter 259: Making Progress

"Mom!" Kathleen and Nathaniel shouted as they burst into the sitting room, their excited voices echoing off the walls.

Their eyes lit up when they spotted Athena seated on the couch, watching TV with Gianna and the Thorne couple, Florence and Old Mr. Thorne. The twins ran toward her in the same breath, leaving Ewan standing by the door with several takeout packages in hand.

"What do you have there, Ewan?" Gianna finally asked, her gaze shifting from the joyous chaos of the twins to the man lingering at the entrance.

Ewan shrugged his shoulders in response, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Takeout. The twins mentioned y’all might be hungry."

Florence huffed, a frown forming on her lips. "What? You think there is no food in this house?" She turned to her husband, indignation radiating from her. "Can you imagine the audacity of this youth?"

Ewan laughed heartily, shaking his head as he crossed the room. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Florence’s cheek, dispelling her discontent.

The effect was instantaneous; she smiled, her previous worries fading away like mist before the sun.

"You really are something..." She muttered, her cheeks flushing, eliciting a chuckle from the audience around them.

"So, what do you have for me, son?" Old Mr. Thorne leaned forward, peering at the bags with a twinkle in his eye. "I can see it’s from my favorite restaurant. It’s been a while since I dined there..."

Ewan’s eyes sparkled as he handed one of the bags to Old Mr. Thorne. "Your favorite..."

"You still remember?" The old man asked, a note of awe coloring his voice.

"Of course," Ewan replied, smiling knowingly. He deftly distributed the remaining bags to the women in the living room. "But I have to be going."

He noticed the surprise etched on Athena’s face as she peered into her package.

Did she think he had been entirely blind during their marriage? Not at all—not that he had been blind; he had merely been too angry and vengeful to act on what he had noticed about her over those cold three years.

"Alright then, Ewan. Thank you for these..." Old Mr. Thorne said, his gratitude sincere yet laden with the unspoken weight of their shared past.

Ewan nodded at the compliment, sensing that the old man meant more than just the food.

He turned to Gianna, who thanked him as well, and smiled widely at the twins as they waved goodbye to him, their tiny voices chiming a cheerful farewell.

a final wave, Ewan exited the living room, feeling the warmth of their odd, floating sense of family even as he stepped back into the

"Ewan!!"

voice, the call ringing out like a beacon.

he turned, seeing her walk toward him with purpose, a sense of warmth

kids, and for the food too..." Athena said, coming to a halt before him, her

glanced down at her package, she had suspected that the kids—or maybe even Gianna—had instructed him on what to buy. But then they had reassured her it was not the case. It could only mean that this confusing man had actually

children seemed so delighted having been with him; it was obvious they had enjoyed their time together, especially after the initial conflicts. Athena couldn’t wait to hear the tales of what they had

pockets, his

wetted her lips. "Well, um,

A pause.

me know when you and Sandro decide to revisit the rubble of the

you think you will be free

will make time. Just let me know

I will do so." Ewan replied, but he remained standing in the same

her throat seconds later, Athena frowned, feeling a tension she couldn’t

turned and walked

call after her. He wanted to say, "So, this time next month?" but deep down,

that came from spending

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were clambering back into the sofas, their energy yet undiminished. She didn’t need a seer to inform her that they had been watching her and Ewan, maybe

as the adults too had a ’caught’ expression on their faces. What was going

the smaller living room, hoping to find more amusement in their joyful recounts, something to take

and Nathaniel’s faces lit up instantly, the excitement in their eyes

waving animatedly. "We saw ducks in the pond! Mr. Ewan said

then we played on the swing! I went so high, Mom! I thought I could touch the sky!" His grin was contagious, stretching

moments were precious; they added hues to her children’s lives. "That sounds amazing! And what else?" She prompted, eager

her dreamy expression showing just how much she adored those precious

his imagination igniting. "I was Firestorm, and Kath was Thunder Girl! Mr. Ewan was our sidekick, Captain Awesome!" He struck a pose, puffing out

and Athena could hardly suppress her own joy. "I wish I could’ve seen that! You all sound like

slightly to something tender yet inquisitive, "About Mr.