Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 278

Chapter 278: A Misunderstanding
“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night at my place, sink yourself in a jacuzzi, and forget your worries for a while? I’m certain the kids would understand that mommy needs some time out sometimes…” Antonio suggested as he killed the engine of his car right outside the grand gates of the Thorne mansion.

The offer was tempting, a comforting respite from the chaos of her life, but Athena hesitated, unsure if she was ready to take that step.

“Maybe some other time, Antonio,” She finally replied with a warm smile, inhaling sharply when he leaned in closer.

“Are you still giving any thought to my request, or is it in the trash can since this fiasco with Morgan started?” Antonio’s voice was playful yet earnest, his eyes darting keenly at her eyes and lips, very expectant.

Athena chuckled nervously, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. “Of course I am. You’re an important person to me; I don’t joke with decisions that concern you, Antonio.”

“I’m pleased to hear that,” Antonio said, his voice dropping to a husky, breathy tone that made Athena’s heart race. He leaned even closer, and she felt a tingle of nerves wash over her.

“Uhmm…” She stuttered, desperately needing a reason to be out of the car. “I will see you around. Thanks for the night. You…”

Just as she hurriedly sputtered her goodbyes, Antonio pressed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

But he didn’t pull away; his lips lingered, as if waiting for her permission to deepen the intimacy.

Athena hesitated, her curiosity piqued and her heart pounding as she contemplated what this kiss could mean for them.

With a rush of joyous impulsiveness, Antonio teased her lips with the tip of his tongue.

When she instinctively opened up, allowing him to explore, a surge of desire washed over him, making him dizzy. The intoxicating rhythm of blood rushing to his groin shattered his thoughts, grounding him only when Athena abruptly pulled away.

“Wha…” Antonio’s words stumbled out as he processed what just happened, his eyes momentarily hazy from pleasure.

A sudden shake from the gates snapped him back to reality, and his gaze darted to a woman exiting the mansion.

He cussed the unknown lady mentally, seeing as her touching the gates had alerted Athena.

“Who is…” He began, but before he could finish, Athena had already swung the car door open and was hurrying out.

“Goodbye, Antonio!” She called, nearly bumping into Susan, who was carrying a backpack and scrolling through her phone, not expecting to encounter anyone.

“Where are you going?”

Susan huffed, coming to a stop, eying Antonio’s car. “You’re back early…”

Athena, ignoring her friend’s leisurely tone, pressed on, “Where are you going, Susan? Who were you chatting with?”

“I’m going home. I also need to find Morgan and kill him!” Susan replied with a mix of frustration and determination.

Athena would have laughed at the absurdity of Susan’s statement if it weren’t for the serious undertones of the situation. Instead, she stepped closer, placing her hands on Susan’s shoulders. “Listen, I understand your anger, but this isn’t the right decision.”

Silence hung between them for a moment while Athena searched for the right words to persuade her adventurous friend to stay put.

“All I can say is that you need to trust me. I promise we will have our revenge on Morgan. I won’t do it without you. Just be patient with me until everything is sorted out. Please.”

After a contemplative silence, Susan sighed, her head slowly bowing in acquiescence.

Athena hugged her tightly, feeling a surge of emotion as Susan began to weep softly against her shoulder.

“I promise we will get our revenge on all who have wronged us, who have hurt us,” She whispered softly, comfortingly.

Five minutes and two wipes of tears later, both women stepped into the mansion.

“Are they all awake?” Athena asked, greeting the security detail stationed around the compound as they walked toward the porch.

Susan shook her head in surprise. “No… I don’t know why they’re up, though,” She said, her brow furrowing. “Mr. Ewan is here.”

Athena froze mid-step, shock gripping her. “You said what?”

“Mr. Ewan is here,” Susan repeated, oblivious to Athena’s rising fury. “He brought a carton of comics for the kids and—”

But that was all Athena could take. How dare Ewan show up here after promising her he wouldn’t play these games?

Was this the reason for his impatient demeanor after dropping her off?

Had he come to see the children behind her back, possibly thinking she would spend the night with Antonio?

Anger bubbled within her as she marched past Susan, who noticeably shivered at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Stepping into the living room, Athena spotted the twins huddled over a comic book, Ewan pointing things out to them, while old Mr. Thorne, his wife, and Gianna lounged nearby watching TV.

She felt waves of fury wash over her at the sight—one big happy family. How convenient!

Her children, noticing her presence, alongside the others, shrunk under her gaze, instinctively knowing she was upset, though unsure why.

“Ewan, meet me outside!” Athena snapped, her voice clipped as she turned around, wanting to shield the kids from the storm brewing inside her.

Once outside, she whirled around to confront him. “What is the meaning of this?” She demanded hotly when he finally emerged, wearing an infuriatingly calm expression that made her want to slap the serenity from his face.

“I…” He started, looking mildly taken aback.

“Don’t bother. Get out of here. I don’t want to see you near the kids until it’s your visitation time. Am I clear?” She declared, her voice rising, fury bursting forth.

“Athena…” Ewan said hesitantly.

“AM I CLEAR, EWAN?!!” She screamed, unable to contain the storm that raged within her.

Ewan gave a simple nod, yet the variety of emotions flashing across his face told a different story.

Without another word, he turned and headed toward the gates, leaving Athena standing on the threshold, her heart racing with indignation.