Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Long Night XVII
Athena tried to open her eyes, hearing murmurs around her, but her eyelids felt heavy, her brain fuzzy, unable to process the sounds. The words buzzed like bees—uncomfortable and disorienting.

She wished she could tell whoever it was to stop talking, but her tongue felt heavy too. What medication had they given her?

She inhaled softly at first, then exhaled just the same, needing to reorient herself before taking deep breaths.

She tried to remember the circumstances that had led her to feel like dead weight. Slowly, she began retracing her steps—from having dinner at Old Mr. Thorne’s house to going on the mission. And then the floodgates opened, memories pouring and tumbling over one another.

Athena inhaled sharply when she remembered overhearing Heron and Dax talk about her. It wasn’t an illusion. It had actually happened!

Her eyes shot open, and she jerked into a sitting position with startling speed, catching the attention of everyone surrounding her bed. Her brows furrowed, however, when she saw Ewan stepping toward her. How was it that he was awake before her?

“According to the specialist, you had strained yourself, even after treating yourself, hence the delay in your recuperation. You were on the lookout?” Ewan asked, concern visible in his eyes and voice tone.

Athena nodded, not saying a word as Ewan sat on the bed beside her. Instead, she took an inventory of the people in the room, realizing she was back in her actual room at Old Mr. Thorne’s house.

There was Old Mr. Thorne, Aiden, Zane, and Sandro. And then there was Colt, the chief of the president’s secret security service.

“Colt, what are you doing here?”

Colt, his lips pressed into a thin line, had no joy in answering this woman who had duped them, deceiving them clearly without regard for the president. She should be prosecuted for such, yet the president’s interest seemed to be rather piqued.

“I am here on behalf of the president. He instructed me to stay until you wake up, so that I can report back to him.”

Athena nodded again, slowly. “I see. Please send my thanks and regards to him, then. I feel better now. Thank you.”

Colt pursed his lips; he knew enough to understand that her words were a dismissal. She had a lot to talk about with the people in the room, but she wouldn’t because of him.

Yet, how could she trust these fickle men over him and his crew who had sworn allegiance to the president? Didn’t she realize she was safer in their hands? Didn’t she realize that his men would rather die than betray the president?

Seeing her firm gaze though, which told him that she wouldn’t be forthcoming with any reasonable reports, he gave her a curt nod and turned to walk toward the exit.

He paused however, at the doorpost, needing to fulfill his duty to the fullest. “Did you find any clues at the hideout before everything went kaboom?”

Athena shook her head. “Not at all. The gang was more secretive than we had thought.”

Colt wasn’t surprised by her answer; he had predicted it all along. “I figured as much. See you around, Athena.”

“See you around, Colt.”

“So, the house really went kaboom?” Athena asked, surprise tinging her voice a few minutes after Colt left the room.

She had noticed Old Mr. Thorne texting away on his phone and assumed that one of the agents was already leading Colt to the gates.

“Yes, it did. Turns out that not only our room was rigged with the gas; Zane filled me in when I woke up,” Ewan replied. “Are you sure you don’t want to rest more? You still look pale…”

Athena snorted, glancing at Ewan before turning to Aiden. “You look pale too.” Then, to Aiden: “Is she okay?”

Aiden nodded. “Just a bit shaken, considering the news about her mother’s death.”

Athena sighed, clasping her hands together. She hadn’t wanted Susan to find out the truth this way. “Where is she?”

“In the next room. Last I checked, she was sleeping after crying for hours…”

“What time is it now?” Athena asked, noticing the absence of her watch on her wrist.

“Some minutes after four.” Aiden replied calmly.

The twins would soon be waking up. Athena thought. She needed to be up and doing before then.

Hence, she threw her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring Ewan’s questioning glance, and stood up, testing her feet on the floor. She seemed okay.

“I think someone was watching us… it would explain why the gas was activated…” Athena began, sitting back down on the bed.

“At first, I thought it was the Spider, that perhaps he had betrayed us… or that Ewan had somehow swapped sides…”

Ewan let out a low chuckle of disbelief.

Athena turned and looked at him blankly. “You can’t blame me. You kept opening doors and cracking codes… with the lie that you read ancient books. But then you nearly died while retrieving those clues, and I let go of the insane thought…”

That would explain the creepy feeling he’d had when he cracked the codes of the walls and the blank stares she often gave him. Ewan surmised. She had really thought he was working with Morgan? That was a foolish deduction!

Working with Morgan and half of his company got burnt? For God’s sake, she was the mother of his children! The company could go to hell!! He would rather keep them safe!

Yet, he maintained a stoic exterior, watching Athena gather her thoughts.

“So, will you tell me how you opened the doors?”

“Everyone has their secrets, Athena. Let me have mine,” He answered her simply, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone before he could help it as he met her expression, which shifted to stone immediately.

Aiden had to step in to diffuse the tension mounting in the room.

“You both should cool off. Athena, if you’re so curious about how the doors work, you can ask Zane and Sandro. They are both very skilled in that area and opened a couple of doors while we were searching for you…”