Chapter 305: Revelations III

While Ewan prepped himself in silence on how to expose a hidden aspect of his past, Athena took the time to look around the local restaurant for the umpteenth time.

This time, however, she could actually understand why Ewan had chosen this place for the secret reveal. It was loud.

Conversations swirled around them like a vibrant cacophony, evident in the animated arm gestures that punctuated the air. Even those twirling in certain areas of the restaurant, ostensibly dancing, seemed to be engaged in lively discussions.

With the booming music accompanying their chatter, her conversations with Ewan were shrouded in a veil of anonymity.

In this bustling atmosphere, the patrons had no interest in them—not in their secrets, not in their pasts. Perhaps in some form of fleeting pleasures, yes—if the women still eying Ewan was any indication—but not in knowing anything deeper.

Everyone minded their business here; no one even recognized them. This would have been a different case had they stopped at one of the more expensive restaurants in the city.

There might have been paparazzi lurking around to take pictures for the tabloids. There was also a high chance of being monitored by someone keen to harm them.

Thirdly, the space Ewan chose for this sit-down was at the far end of the bar, where shadows danced intermittently, keeping them enveloped in privacy. It was, in other words, the perfect place for a conversation laced with secrets.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone dinged with a text.

Assuming it was Aiden with more intel, she hurriedly tapped on the message, a smile touching her lips when she saw it was from Nathaniel.

’We know you are dealing with the bad guys, Mom! Take your time! I know we are going to have so much fun together when all this is over! So hurry up!’

Her heart warmed at the words, and she chuckled softly, sending back a laughing emoji, followed by a heart and a hug. She must have done something good in her past life to deserve understanding children, brilliant children.

"You seem happy over a text? Antonio?" Ewan’s voice dripped with an edge of distaste as he mentioned Antonio’s name, though he managed to keep it at bay.

Athena shook her head without much thought, although she wondered why Antonio hadn’t replied since she sent him a message—it had been more than an hour now!

permission to stay out late." She chuckled more when she noticed the flicker of

ready to talk now?" She queried, her smile fading as quickly

a deep, weighted sigh. "It’s a long

understand. I have enough time, Ewan.

she cut him off

at the thought. He couldn’t bear that, yet lying to her was equally

gang for protection," He began, pausing as Athena raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on her

blame me. Most join for monetary gains or power, or

as he exhaled heavily. "It started with a death note in my locker during high school. I was

hadn’t seen this coming. Who would want

my friends, or maybe some juniors or seniors. But then, dead things started turning up in my locker: dead birds, rats, rabbits—sometimes even cockroaches, mangled in the worst possible way. And then they started appearing

this revelation bullshit, but the agony swirling in Ewan’s eyes, despite his efforts to remain calm, gave her

to see the tension coiling in his form. Allowing herself to empathize with him, she recognized how traumatic it

me paranoid..." Ewan continued after a moment of silence, gathering his thoughts

that someone was in my room; I stopped sleeping in the dark. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, I received a package—a death sentence, detailing the exact day I would

on the edge of her seat,

told him sooner. He enlisted the help of the police and hired bodyguards. For a while, the awful visitations stopped. But during my graduation, when I climbed to the pulpit to receive

slightly, her eyes instinctively scanning his face in

grazed my cheek. The graduation descended into chaos. Alfonso, unsure of what to do, shipped me off to college, thinking maybe the matter would die down. But it only got worse. I had accidents—accidents I knew had been staged. Somehow, though, I escaped unscathed. My friends even called me

in my second year. I went to a party with Sandro and Zane; we were friends then. On our way back, they decided to drop by a friend’s place for the night, but I had to drop off my girlfriend first

help it. Girlfriend? A pang of discomfort shot through her, but she pushed it away and continued to listen, even

away—talking about typical college gibberish. But then the light turned green. I was too engaged in conversation to notice how quickly it had changed."

a wave of empathy washed over her for the young Ewan who had faced such a

I passed out. When I woke in the hospital, my hands were cuffed to the bed, and I was met with the devastating news that my girlfriend was dead, and I had

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