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

Chapter 338: Fiona’s Truth V

Ewan watched the heart-touching spectacle before him, feeling a strange mixture of ease, pleasure, and relief that things were finally looking up for the Thorne family. Never mind that this matter meant the continuation of the dangerous political games within the Thorne clan.

It didn’t matter. He thought. He would personally see to Cedric—Cedric and anyone else foolish enough to think they could walk over his wife and children. Even if it cost him his life.

"Can you see what you and your family almost ruined?" Ewan’s gruff voice cut through the air as he questioned Fiona, whose head remained bowed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of shame.

"I’m sorry." Fiona whispered, her voice trembling.

"You can keep saying that in the black cells." Zane snapped, his tone sharp with disdain.

He turned away from Fiona, toward the Thorne’s reunion, a mixture of happiness and amazement flickering across his face at the unexpected turn of events.

Athena was already a guru in her own right—career-wise and wealth-wise; adding the Thorne empire to her cap would be something else.

He shook his head in amazement. He didn’t doubt she could handle it. If there was anything his father had hinted about Athena, it was that she could handle anything.

Speaking of his father, Zane pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his old man about the good news.

’Athena is a Thorne...Aunt Emily’s daughter, and the one who saved Ewan from drowning all those years ago. Can you believe it?’

He then locked his phone and slipped it away, watching as the trio disengaged from their heartfelt hug, wiping each other’s tears. He smiled at Athena as she met his gaze, giving her a thumbs up.

She chuckled softly before following her grandmother to her seat, taking the next available spot beside the old woman. The elderly woman, refusing to let go of Athena’s hand, held on tightly as if anchoring herself to the truth that had just unfolded.

"Thank you for telling the truth, Fiona. Thank you for telling the truth this time." Athena said softly, her gaze meeting Fiona, who had lifted her eyes at the sound of her name.

Fiona nodded humbly. "It was the least I could do. I’m sorry for being the thorn in your flesh for so many years."

Athena bit her lower lip, her eyes scanning Fiona’s battered body and the wounds that marred her skin. She would need a thorough medical check-up—if Fiona was to last another week. She would ask Shawn to see to that before placing her in one of the cells.

"It’s okay." Athena said gently. "It’s understandable that you felt jealous—that I stole your friend..."

friends widened their eyes

There was nothing understandable about the

out as you did... maybe if you had my

thanks for being my female friend at one time. I’m sure my younger self would have appreciated your companionship. Thanks for calling out for help to save Ewan’s life... and I’m sorry for how things turned out for you, for the unrequited

again, uncontrollable now, flooding her cheeks as she kept wiping her eyes, the floodwaters refusing to stop—perhaps because Athena herself was

world, we would have been best friends... maybe..."

She stated softly, her voice steady despite

sobs grew louder, no longer sniffles but loud, broken cries that came from the depths of a woman thoroughly shattered. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even mutter a word—yet ’thank you’ echoed endlessly in

quiet but firm. "A couple of years in the black cells. I don’t think you will be let out easily if we take this to court. My friend Shawn will be here soon. He’ll take you to the clinic so your wounds can be treated—and then to the black cells... for a couple of years... you will be watched... for improvement. Who knows?

glanced at Old Mr.

his face. He didn’t think he would ever tire

sure Lucas will have a

have been worse. Her

her head, ignoring

thought, uncapping her water bottle. He would soon learn humility. There was no other choice left when dealing with these

turned to meet Morgan’s blank stare. "Are you ready to give

his mouth to respond, but Athena held up

be pleased—and he would be too willing to

her gaze sharp. "Two, because from the last report I got from Aiden, your gang is over. Even now, your little cliques across the globe are being taken out

jaw,

me for the third

faint tsk escaping her lips as she

drew back, expecting the continuation of the brutal beatings of yesterday—yet

her seat. "But

Morgan nodded slowly.

"Use your words!"

He croaked,

did your rescue team

don’t know. I only knew they were