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

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!

out late." She chuckled more when she noticed the flicker of confusion spreading across Ewan’s

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

letting out a deep, weighted

kids understand.

scrutinized Athena’s expression keenly. Would she cut him off when he was done? Would

unease welled in his heart at the thought. He couldn’t bear that, yet lying to her was equally impossible—not when they had come

joined the gang for protection," He began, pausing as Athena raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched

me. Most join for monetary gains

to my life." Ewan’s voice softened as he exhaled heavily. "It started with a death note in my locker during

in surprise. She hadn’t seen this coming. Who would want him dead at such

it was a prank from 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

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

Allowing herself to empathize with him, she recognized how traumatic it must have been

moment of silence, gathering his thoughts

the feeling 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 die. That’s when I knew I had to tell Alfonso. He was my guardian then, as you know

on the edge of her seat, her curiosity

first, he was livid—wondering why I hadn’t told him sooner. He enlisted the help of the police and hired bodyguards. For a while, the awful visitations stopped. But during

slightly, her eyes instinctively scanning

off to college, thinking maybe the matter would die down. But it only got worse. I had accidents—accidents I knew had been

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

A pang of discomfort shot through her, but she pushed it away and continued to listen, even as her heart began to beat

about typical college gibberish. But then the light turned green. I was too engaged in conversation

and a wave of empathy washed over

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 been arrested for drinking and driving, for murdering