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

Chapter 404: Privacy

"So, how do we move?"

The entire gang was gathered in old Mr. Thorne’s living room, everyone present except Aiden, who was still on his way.

Ewan sat on the same sofa with Athena, posture straight, his voice firm as he finished briefing the gang about the entire matter.

Susan leaned forward, tapping her fingers against her knee as she spoke. "We can divide ourselves into two, our men too. Our trackers have confirmed the location that Athena talked about... we just need a little more time for the exact place where they kept Ciara’s family."

Athena excused herself quietly, rising from the sofa and slipping into the smaller sitting room next door. She pulled out her phone, dialing Antonio.

"Heyyy, beauty. How are you doing?"

"I’m fine, thank you. How are you?"

The small talk flowed easily, Antonio’s light tone tugging a smile from her despite the heaviness in her chest. He was trying to distract her, to take her mind off the storm swirling in the state.

"Are we still going to the cinema today?"

Athena palmed her forehead, suddenly remembering. She had slotted that time into the hours she’d already reserved for the lab and the cure.

"Athena..."

"Yes." She muttered softly. "It’s still on. But I won’t be staying long."

"That’s okay," Antonio said warmly. "The movie isn’t that long, anyway."

Athena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, lowering her voice, getting to the main reason she had called him. "So, about the tracker you mentioned... were you able to reach him?"

"No. Maybe he changed lines? I haven’t been able to contact his brother either. But I’ll keep trying."

Antonio. See you

on the back for keeping the frustration out of her voice.

pinged her data connection before making the call, and

when she saw which one it was—her children’s small circle in the black web. Their name tags lit up the chat, already sending her

Immediately, she dropped a message of her own: a query on the

aware of a presence in the room,

you okay? You

slipping the phone down a little. "I had to confirm from Antonio if he finally was able to get his tracker to

furrowed as he tucked his hands into the pockets

I was able to get into the children’s small circle in the black web." She opened

good..." he muttered, eyes scanning quickly—until his expression shifted, hardening into a

closer, peering over his arm. A flicker of unease twisted in her stomach as she realized Antonio

on the message without hesitation, while

to see the message; why he was at ease operating her phone; why he bothered breaching her privacy if he was really

moment, she allowed Ewan to click the messages

unbuttoned

before he could

snapped Athena out of her haze. She snatched her phone, eyes narrowing at him, catching the steel in his

"Fiancé? I didn’t hear of an

And next time, I suggest respecting my

sorry." The apology scraped out through his gritted teeth, his heart

voice was quiet, but the bite

none of your business. Even if I send him

but his face stayed composed as Athena swept out

cussed, when he was alone, fists clenching, and slammed them into the nearest sofa head. Once, twice, again. His knuckles stung, but the ache in his chest was worse. Finally, remembering where he was, he sagged back into the seat,

the message. He shouldn’t have given in to his damn curiosity. It would have been safer for him, safer for whatever fragile thing he still shared with Athena.