Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2216

Athena had never intended to stir up trouble for herself, at least not so soon. But the moment she heard those words, her pupils contracted sharply in disbelief.

Maggie's smile twisted into something manic. "Didn't they say his ashes were taken overseas all those years ago? Funny thing-turns out that man never really loved Kerwin. After all, Kerwin was living proof his wife had betrayed him. So, for a bit of cash, he sold me the ashes. Didn't even hesitate."

Athena's face drained of all color. Her lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

She flung Maggie's hand away and, without thinking, slapped her across the face.

Maggie hadn't expected that. For a split second, she just stood there, stunned, as if she couldn't believe Athena would dare lay a hand on her. Had she forgotten how, back in high school, she'd been the one on her knees, begging for mercy?

"You hit me?" Maggie sputtered.

Athena didn't answer. Instead, she lashed out again, fists and feet flying, as if possessed by something wild and furious.

The commotion drew the attention of the people inside the chapel. Even Grandma Edith came over, her steps hurried and her expression confused.

going on here?"

shifted gears, her face crumpling into a picture of wounded innocence. “Grandma, there's just been a little misunderstanding with an old classmate. I think she's not

Maggie's cheek, but Athena stood there, perfectly

glanced at Grandma Edith, noticing the stern set of her jaw. The warm kindness from earlier had

her gaze for a long moment, then

on the steering wheel; something feral and heavy pressed against her chest, threatening to burst out at any

sent to live with her grandmother in the countryside, while her parents stayed

the same: "He's your brother. You need to let him have his

Athena wasn't born a son, as if being a girl was a crime in itself. No matter how much farm work she did there, was never

at least in those country years, she got enough

handed over to her brother. She tried everything to win their

Her brother sneered, "Sis, you're always overthinking things. How will you ever get married? I'm counting on your wedding

a cigarette dangling from his lips,