Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Resolution II

“It has been a most remarkable day; let’s not have another like it.” Aiden’s weak attempt at a joke paid off as the team members all released smiles of amusement.

“Words, old man. Words…” Zane chanted, chuckling at intervals, his hands in his pockets, watching the private jet that the president had instructed to take them home take off into the air.

“So, what’s next?” Sandro asked, darting a glance at Ewan and then at Athena.

Ewan shrugged his shoulders. “We say our goodbyes. I am terribly hungry, to say the least.”

He nodded at Aiden, who came forward and shook his hand happily. “Thanks for saving our asses today, man…”

“You’re welcome. I will see you around,” Ewan said before turning aside to Athena, who was saying her goodbyes to his friends.

As if on cue, the three males left them to their devices, walking toward the cars that Old Mr. Thorne had arranged to take them home.

“So, you are more than you seem, huh… it must feel great surprising me at every turn…”

Ewan couldn’t help the smug smile spreading across his lips at Athena’s words. “I wouldn’t say that…” He muttered, even though his face was saying otherwise.

Athena scoffed lightly, shaking her head. “You also seem to have made an impression on the kids. They asked me if I could set up more meetings with you, other than the monthly visits. Did you put them up to that?”

Ewan instantly threw his hands up as if in surrender, though hope shone in his eyes. “I never did that.” A pause. “But I am glad that they are happy and open to spending time with me…”

Another significant pause, during which he stepped closer to Athena, who was staring at him as if he were a puzzle she was trying to decode.

“And thank you, Athena, for not poisoning their minds against me, despite our troubled past…”

Athena nodded slowly, fixing her hands into the double pockets of her brown trench coat, having no words for that statement. Hence, an awkward silence surrounded them again.

Ewan cleared his throat when he couldn’t take the silence any longer or Athena’s intermittent stares, even though at that moment she was gazing to her left into the distance.

“So, will you grant the children their requests?”

Athena reverted her attention back to him, her left eyebrow raised. “I don’t know. Or rather, I don’t think so, at least not yet. You still have to serve the punishment of having made that suggestion in the first place…”

A sarcastic laugh. “You dared to make me see my children once a month…”

“But that’s because…” Ewan rushed to defend himself, but Athena waved him and whatever he had to say off. “Don’t bother. That’s a closed chapter. For now, we will stick to the monthly visits. And that’s that.”

Ewan sighed, tucking his hands into his pockets as they began to shake.

He didn’t know if it was a sign of his restlessness—the urge to explain to Athena that he was sorry for making that stupid request in the elders council, and that he would be good to the children—or a side effect of not taking his drugs when he was supposed to.

All the same, he didn’t want Athena to see it, to question his discipline and choices. But it was a little too late.

“Have you taken your drugs today?” She asked, her eyes fixed on his pocketed hands.

Ewan sighed after a second of silence, exhaling harshly. “I will do that when I get home.”

Athena cursed before she could help it, her hands leaving her pockets to fold across her chest, her eyes flashing with anger. “You talk about spending more time with the children, and yet you can’t even take care of yourself properly. Do you want to die on them? After all the stress your health put me through… put us through…”

Ewan swallowed painfully as his rising fury increased. “I was busy, that’s why. It just happened today; I have been consistent otherwise.”

“Whatever…” Athena muttered dismissively, turning away. “See you around.”

She hadn’t taken more than five steps when Ewan grasped her by the arm. Instantly, she glared at him and shrugged her hands from his hold. “Don’t you touch me without my permission!”

“I am sorry.” Ewan apologized immediately, cursing himself for having taken that approach. It was just that he hadn’t been able to control himself.

“What do you want?”

Ewan opened his mouth to speak, then shut it, unsure if this was the right time to discuss what was on his mind. She was angry.

“I won’t ask a second time.” Athena continued while wondering why she was so worked up. Was it because he hadn’t taken his drugs?

“I just want to know why you were whimpering this morning… the kids talked about it while in the car…”

Athena’s eyes widened a fraction, her anger giving way to frustration. What was with the children telling Ewan everything? Yes, they had informed her of the text, but she didn’t expect that they would tell him that she had been whimpering! What the hell!

“Don’t bother denying it. Gianna confirmed it too. She talked about a nightmare. Is that true? Or was that just a ploy to keep me away?” Ewan continued, oblivious to the consequences of his curiosity.

Gianna too? Athena couldn’t believe her ears. She needed to have a word with those three. Next, they would be telling him about her schedule for the week!

“Weren’t you the one who talked about the art of keeping secrets? How did you even put that statement…” Athena paused dramatically, looking to the sky as if waiting for the clouds to reveal the sentence. “That everyone is allowed to keep their secrets, right?”

Ewan scoffed but couldn’t help the thin smile that found its way onto his lips. “I am just worried, Athena. It’s been a while since you’ve had a nightmare…”

Athena furrowed her brows, watching Ewan keenly, as if he had grown two heads. “What did you say?”

Ewan looked away from the intensity of her gaze, rubbing his hair, unaware of his ear tips turning bright pink to Athena’s surprise. “Well, during our short marriage I noticed you had terrible dreams sometimes. Once, I walked in on you having some kind of nightmare; you were struggling with the sheets… I am just wondering if it’s the same matter that is troubling you?”

Athena clamped her mouth shut, her hands fisted by her sides. Don’t tell me this egocentric jerk also noticed that during our marriage! She screamed internally, unable to take her gaze off him.

“You knew?” Her voice escaped softly, a sharp contrast to the warring within her.

Ewan bit his lower lip before nodding. “I noticed a lot of things during our short marriage, Athena. I was just too caught up with my feelings of anger and resentment to do anything about it. It was only after you left that I suddenly realized that I didn’t really hate you after all. I was just transferring an aggression your father had fostered.”

“And what am I supposed to do with this information?” Athena supplied, changing gears immediately. No way was she going down this lane with Ewan tonight on an empty stomach. She needed her wits about her. She needed to go home.

“Athena…”

“Don’t bother about all this, Ewan. It doesn’t matter. My business is mine, and yours is yours. The only common ground is the kids and then this business with the Grey disease. So, let’s just focus on those. Okay?”

Immediately Ewan nodded, albeit sadly and resignedly, Athena walked away without wasting another beat.

“What were you two talking about?” Zane asked, turning to gaze at Ewan, who was looking out of the window as they sped down the street, heading home.

“Just stuff. The kids and all…” Ewan answered, not taking his eyes off the road.

“When you say ‘all’…”

Ewan sighed, finally turning to look at Zane, who was brimming with curiosity. “I still meant about the kids. Shouldn’t you be more concerned about why your father was calling you?”

Zane laughed, facing front. “I see what you did there, Ewan. But if you must know, he was just checking in, wanting to know why I wasn’t back yet…”

Ewan furrowed his brow, catching Sandro’s eyes through the car mirror. They both laughed boisterously.

“Since when does your father check in? That’s absurd. Or are you owing him something, eh, daddy’s boy?”

Zane scoffed. “Mind your business.”

Ewan smiled at the victory won.

“No problem, Zanny,” He chimed, laughing when Zane hit the car’s dashboard in frustration.

Meanwhile, Athena was already at home, giving Gianna a piece of her mind. “What were you thinking telling Ewan about my nightmare?!” She asked, hands on her waist.

Gianna, who had been woken by the rough opening of her door, rubbed her eyes, as if cleaning sleep away from them. “Athena, good evening to you too…”

Athena snorted, removing her coat and dropping it on the couch, following next. “Just answer my question, and you can go back to sleep.”

But Gianna chuckled dryly and returned her head to the pillow. “Nice to see you are okay, Athena. Let’s talk tomorrow. I love you.”