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

Chapter 370: Therapy III

She hadn’t been able to ask him about Victoria; there had been no chance to do so after he had denied her request for friendship—after he had saved them both from committing a reckless relationship blunder.

But she knew that the stoic expressions and the pretense of not seeing her had come to an end. He would at least greet her, as he did Susan—or so she hoped.

"Doctor Athena, you have spaced out again..." Damian called her attention for the second time since the therapy session began, and for the second time, Susan chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Athena wondered what was going through the latter’s mind, unable to help thinking that her romantic life had become a chief source of entertainment and relief to those around her.

"You know what, I think you should talk about your relationship with your ex-husband too... I think it will help you see things more clearly."

The only thing Athena could see more clearly was that this doctor—whom Chelsea had so highly recommended—had been in the gang with Ewan at one time.

She just knew it, somewhere deep down, with those almost blank eyes staring into hers, like he could see the innermost part of her soul. His patients really stood no chance against him—against his will.

"So, you finally admit that you know he was my ex-husband."

Damian laughed. "I didn’t think it needed to be pointed out. You are a celebrity figure, Athena, and I love doing my research."

Athena scoffed. "Which name tag did you go with in your underground days?"

Damian frowned. "I am a bit lost here."

captivated by the new topic, suddenly curious about this doctor she thought was far

you? Were you a

a moment, picked up his notepad from the table,

Susan burst into laughter, heads thrown back, hands resting limply on

doctor... being free with answers you know..."

results. As much as you’ve both gone through

met their gazes.

two women nodded,

the week. And remember, I have a limited time in this country, so I suggest you make better use of it, instead of asking

watching the doctor gather his things and go upstairs. Did he expect them to see themselves

he knows who you are? Both as a whiz in your field, and in the other field

think his

back then, but none came to mind. She bit her lip, eyes on the stairs, fingers tapping against the chair as

Damian returned to the sitting room, fifteen minutes

are still

didn’t bother with a polite reply—she simply glared

surprised at the anger in

and mighty because you came recommended, because you have one of the top doctors in the world as a client. Hence your stinking pride that won’t let you offer the

faintly. "I don’t care if you’re the president, woman. You came to me

finally spoke, rising to

and because she recommended you, I had high hopes. Then I saw Ewan here. I know his character, and I know he’ll be disappointed by your conduct. And you know