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

Chapter 441: Lucky?

Ewan believed his luck had run out.

For a brief, almost naïve moment earlier, he had thought the dice had rolled in his favor—that somehow, blindly, he had picked the right number, pulled the lucky lot, and that fate had given him a tiny sliver of reprieve.

He’d held on to that fragile hope the way a drowning man might cling to driftwood in an endless sea. But now... now the truth in John’s words rang through his head like a church bell tolling for the dead, loud and merciless, and he realized his driftwood was nothing but splintered rot.

His breath came unevenly. He leaned his elbows on his knees, pressing his face into his palms, trying to slow the pounding in his temples. His ears still rang—not with sound, but with meaning.

John. A fisherman now. Ordinary. That was lucky for him.

John; a man who had deliberately stepped away from the life of blood and shadow that had consumed so many of them. No guards waiting around. Lucky too.

Yet, all that luck has been swallowed by a certain truth, so venomous, so dangerous, that no amount of salt air could cleanse it.

The gang had pulled the plug on Emily Thorne?

Ewan’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. He was speechless, hollowed out by disbelief.

Was fate playing some cruel, mocking game with him? Was this life deliberately conspiring to tear him down, to usurp the fragile grace he had clawed back with Athena, to snap whatever threads he still held with the Thornes?

He could almost see their faces. Old Mr. Thorne. A man who had never stopped mourning his only child. Athena. Florence.

What would they do if they knew?

The answer came to him too quickly, too darkly. They might want blood. They might also tear Cedric and his family from the ground up, root and branch.

And him? What role would he play in that storm? The bearer of the news?

Would he be the coward who buried the truth under silence, betraying the man who had trusted him tonight?

His chest squeezed, his breath catching. He couldn’t betray John. Not after the promise, not after the sincerity in those weathered eyes. He couldn’t betray Ella either—Ella who had looked at him with quiet worry when they spoke. And there were the children too.

and hold this truth behind his teeth. Couldn’t withhold it from Old Mr. Thorne, who deserved, at the very least, honesty, no matter how

snare, a wolf in a trap that cut

"Ewan..."

like a ripple across still water. But it barely reached

stayed in his silence, thoughts tumbling too fast, too

"Ewan." Louder this time.

He jerked his head up, eyes

before words even formed on his lips. "I’m sorry, lad. I know this is more complication than you ever wanted. And it might... it might drive you and Athena apart

tight line. His gaze hardened, but not out of anger—more out of desperation. "Then tell

a deep, bracing breath, then fell, carrying

her place. Said she had something that needed doing. At first, I thought it was just the usual—smuggling, maybe protection, maybe running something quiet across the states. But

rubbing his palms as if trying to

me exactly what she wanted. She told me about the Thorne celebration coming up. Said Emily and her husband would be there, both of them. She gave me a map—marked it herself. Every room. The

His fingers drummed once against

my hand like

want it, lad. By God, I didn’t. Not with the Thornes’ name on it. Old Mr. Thorne... he’s

more than I’d ever seen in one place. More than I could ever

no tears fell. "So I

silence that fell after those words

face

screamed into the night sky, its lonely call cutting across the waves, but it only

them together before pressing

My wife, she’s begged me. Over and over, she said, tell someone, John. Tell it, confess it, or it

voice was raw. "I’ve tried to make amends. Wherever I could, I tracked down families I wronged. Left coin on doors, offered work where

long, heavy moment before he spoke. "I’m not the one you should be apologizing to." His voice was

John flinched.

Ewan muttered, eyes still shut. "Not now. Not with

The gang took lives. Yes. That’s what they did most times. But the Thornes... they’re different.

in the eye and drop this

ever forgive him if she found out he had known and