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

Chapter 300: More Apologies

Athena turned to Ewan at his question, a furrow marring her forehead when she noticed that he was still snickering over the picture.

"You seem more concerned about Sandro’s funny pictures than Aiden’s marriage. So why do you even ask?"

Ewan lifted his head from the device, confusion clouding his face. What did he do wrong now? Had he asked the wrong question?

He wetted his lips, more confused at why she was glaring at him hotly.

’What did you do, Ewan? Think! Think!’ He commanded his mind, keeping the phone gently on his thighs.

"Athena..." He called, but she hissed and walked out of the room.

Ewan couldn’t believe what was happening. Was he not permitted to talk about Aiden?

Being someone who easily got restless when there were no answers lying around, he grasped the phone tightly in his hand, removed the drip that had been put in his arm—it was almost done after all—and stepped down from the tiny bed.

Looking around the lab once more, marveling at the structure, which he could see was built to keep the signatures of the materials off the radar, he left the lab into the adjoining room.

He paused in his movements suddenly, when he saw Athena hunched on the sofa, her hands clasped together.

As if sensing his presence, she clicked her tongue. "To an extent, I can understand Aiden’s sensitivity to his marriage, to his wife, because for a long time, whenever your name was mentioned, I reacted the same way. Until I decided that I wouldn’t let you have that power over me; I won’t let others see that you had the power over me. Only, I don’t know Gloria’s story."

A significant pause.

"Aiden might be a good friend of mine, but I don’t support people blindly, especially on matters like this. Worse, you men have a loathsome pride that won’t let you see the truth in front of you most times."

Ewan pressed his lips together, pondering what to do next. Yes, he regretted his actions over the past years, but regrets wouldn’t solve the situation. And that’s why he had devoted himself to her, to being of use to her and the children too.

Yet, at this moment, looking at her dejected frame, he wished he could do more, especially as imaginations of what she could have gone through ran through his mind.

Things that had pushed her to learn martial arts, things that had driven her to the CIA to work as an agent. Had she, at any point, encountered abusers?

The thought of that sent shivers of fear down his spine, even as his heart tightened under a painful grip.

flung his hand over her shoulder, making sure that the posture was friendly and not something

"Athena, I am sorry..."

"Ewan..."

day I die. Every day now, I live for you, I live for the children, and I don’t exactly need your permission for that.

embedded in sorrow

hoarse like he was about to

had turned bluer, as if the ocean was

it takes my entire net

pause, during which a tear slipped from Ewan’s eyes, and his hand tightened on the device in

sorry that I wasn’t the man you needed me to be six years ago. I may really blame it on my anger, on my youthful exuberance, but it’s all on me. I should have known better. I should have been better.

consuming him, leaving no room for embarrassment at crying before

what to feel, or what

washed Ewan’s slate clean; she wasn’t Jesus. But the raw anguish she saw in his eyes tugged at her

will be fine, when we

then, wishing to be done with Morgan already, so that they could

able to forget what you did, Ewan... but I think I can move past it, so long as you maintain your righteous stance. Because

spoke, controlling the almost obsessive urge

just friends. But didn’t friends

had taken the initiative to

sudden, she jerked away from his embrace as if

the drip... was it

him—and it was evidence that she cared—he didn’t want it now; he wanted to stay this way forever, to breathe

smelled. He bit his tongue from

shouted, oblivious

Ewan finally

him from head to toe, kissed her teeth, and stood to her feet, hurrying out of the

shut his eyes when he heard her shout his name

"Ewan, get here!"

his lower lips, inhaled deeply, and

a frown masking her face as she pointed

it...?" He stuttered, licking his lower lip again, sidetracking