Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ VII
Ewan bit his lips as he sought and found the seriousness and determination in Sandro’s eyes.

Sandro was his own friend, has been that for as long as he could remember—as close to him as Zane was. When had the latter then become Athena’s chief defendant?

Ewan kissed his teeth at this thought; it wasn’t necessary. Anyone knowing the history between Athena and him, knowing how much his wife had gone through to become the woman she was, would act the same way as Sandro.

No matter the level of friendship they shared, Sandro had always been a justice chooser. It seemed Athena had scored herself another loyalist.

Ewan had no doubt that Zane would also go against him should he attempt to raise the flag of “we are not divorced yet” over Athena.

Yet, that wasn’t what he had been attempting to do. For his friends to have that iota of stinking idea go through their minds revealed the lot of mopping up he had to do—the amount of hard work he has to put in to restore his image before his friends, and before Athena.

Letting go, he inhaled slowly and exhaled the same before walking back to his seat.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” He started, tapping the table intermittently with his index finger. “I don’t know how I will get past the once-per-month visits, but I won’t be waving the divorce papers over Athena. If I was that kind of person before, I’m not now.”

Sandro seemed appeased with Ewan’s statement, for he unfolded his hands from his chest, walked back to his seat, and picked up the iPad again.

Zane exhaled loudly in relief, causing Ewan and Sandro to chuckle heartily.

“You two find it funny now, right? I should have recorded you two so you can see how you looked, arguing over a woman…” Zane teased, taking his own seat.

Ewan and Sandro exchanged comical glances and laughed, any pent-up ill feelings dissipating.

“Well, thank God you didn’t…” Sandro said, scrolling through the documents.

“So, Ewan, if you finally get any idea that will allow you have more than once-per-month visits with the kids, let us know.” Zane stated, his eyes on Sandro.

Ewan scoffed. “You both aren’t going to help me? What use are you two of, then?”

Sandro looked up from the iPad. “To cheer you up from the sidelines.” A mocking smile teased his lips as he said this, making Ewan snort.

“You both aren’t helpful. Well, I’ll have to take the old-fashioned route then.”

Sandro and Zane exchanged cursory glances. “Which is?” They asked at the same time.

“Show her I’m a changed person.”

Zane and Sandro looked at each other again, meaningfully, for three seconds before they burst into laughter, holding their bellies.

Ewan threw them the serviette on the table. “You both are wackos!”

But Zane and Sandro laughed even more.

Ewan scoffed and looked away.

“You do know she is a busy woman, right? Where will she see you and your gladiator acts?” Zane asked, finding a break from his laughter.

Good question, Ewan thought. Sadly, he had no answers for that.

“Then I will go through the children,” He decided.

Sandro raised his left eyebrow. “Those children…” He barked a laugh. “I don’t know which is meaner, them or Athena.” He shook his head. “Well, man, if you are really going to take this route, you have a lot of work cut out for you.”

Didn’t he know that? Ewan thought.

“So, Ewan, let me get something straight. Are you gunning for Athena, trying to get back with her, or do you just want more time with the children?” Zane asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Ewan noted the smile blossoming on his friend’s lips and knew that the latter, as usual, was playing with him. Of course, he had no chance with Athena; that ship had long sailed. He only wanted more time with the twins. Yet, if there was a slim chance…

He shook his head, suddenly feeling depressed. He had messed up all his chances.

“Sandro, continue with the reading…” He muttered, looking down at his fingers as snippets of his three-year marriage to Athena flew around his mind, including their hot moments in the bedroom—every night, and every damn time he could lay his hands on her.

Then he had led himself to believe that his readiness and eagerness to sleep with her was because of the contract; to give her a male child who would bear her father’s name.

But now, he could understand that readiness; his heart had fallen for her, had craved for her, especially in the last days of their marriage.

Ewan could comprehend now the restlessness that had beset him when Athena had asked for a divorce, when the false videos had run through the socials, when she had finally left him.

Now, he could understand that he had loved her then, that he had been so stupid, so rage-filled, and too blinded to see it. He had toyed with her love for him, not knowing that he had fallen too in the process. Now, he had to live his whole life with one part of him far away from him.

“Ewan…”

He heard Zane call out. He knew why his friend was calling, but he didn’t want that discussion. “Sandro, what’s holding the reports?”

Sandro exchanged a furtive glance with Zane at the serious dampening atmosphere enveloping them and exhaled tiredly. “As we all know, the gang is after her research. We have seen the attacks and all…”

He paused and scrolled through the document, past the information they already knew while his mind wandered to Ewan and what the latter could be thinking.

Sandro knew Ewan had loved Athena then. He had seen it six years ago before the marriage had come crashing down. The seconds his friend had lingered, staring at Athena while she was cooking or cleaning, the way the latter was always in a haste to go home…

His friend had thought he didn’t notice, but he did. Sandro had decided to say nothing, believing that a few more years would bring Ewan’s wall crashing down; that Ewan wouldn’t be holding onto anger and hate anymore. But then Fiona happened.

Sandro’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he came across a section of the document.

“According to this document, the gang is probably hired by some goons—ministers, actually, in the government. Also, their location is stated here.”

“Their current location?” Zane interrupted, leaning forward.

Sandro nodded. “What should we do? It’s very possible that, with the recent failure, they will be plotting an attack again. Morgan isn’t known to give up. Should we invade their hideout?”

Ewan shook his head, taking his lips in, pushing aside thoughts of Athena from his mind. If he couldn’t be with her, he would at least work to keep her and the twins safe.

“I’m sure Athena is already aware of that. I’m sure she has made plans too. Invading might disrupt her plans…” He paused, his eyes narrowing with contemplation. “I will speak with my old man. We had some reunion, and I’m hoping he will let me in on some of their plans. I just don’t want to help blindly.”

Sandro and Zane nodded thoughtfully.

“That’s true,” Sandro mused, pouting his lips thereafter. “That’s the end of the report, though. If we want more, we will have to contact them.”

Zane raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Sandro shrugged his shoulders. “It’s written clearly here.”

Zane shook his head. “We are not contacting them again. Right, Ewan?”

Ewan pursed his lips, making Zane’s eyebrow shoot up.

“Hold up, Ewan. You know constantly contacting the gang for help will make them seek your return. You know that, right? You already have Connor doing some work, and then you contacted Spider for research. It will only be a matter of time before your successor finds out about it. And you know what follows next…”

“I can handle it.” Ewan cut in, getting to his feet. “I can handle the gang. I’m never returning, Zane. I already left that life.”

“Then, this is the last contact we have with them. I don’t want to owe them anything,” Zane stated, also getting to his feet.

“Well…” Sandro’s next words were cut off by a loud scream of pain.

The three males looked at each other.

“Well, it seems like Fiona’s treatment has started. Let’s get out of here, people. Connor likes his space,” Ewan said, putting his hands into his pockets.

Zane chuckled, walking past the table. “What do you think he started with?”

“Maybe the electric chair?” Sandro guessed, looking at Ewan.

“I don’t know. I don’t actually care. But knowing Connor, he’ll probably start with cutting her up—the thighs first, before the breasts. He is as psychotic as she is. Let’s move,” Ewan replied, walking out of the house, without having second thoughts about Fiona.

Meanwhile, miles away from them, Madam Ruby gasped in shock as she watched a video she had gotten from her sources.

A video which explained the tension between the Adams family, Ewan, and Athena, a video depicting the court case Zack had refused to talk about.