Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Night Out IV
“We’re sorry, Athena. We will surely find her,” Ewan said, struggling to calm the fire flashing in Athena’s eyes, struggling to become visible to her.

Athena shot him a glance, sharp enough to cut through glass, before turning away. “If you’re going to help me find her in this chaos, then let’s hob with it…”

She started moving toward the bar area, hoping her friend had stopped there for a drink.

Behind her, Ewan and his friends watched, lost for words—not just at her sharp dismissal but also at the enthralling sexiness radiating from her.

Ewan, though, didn’t like the fact that other men were gaping at her.

Despite the conflict with the men from earlier, the admirers weren’t giving up

Ewan didn’t blame them.

“Go with Zane and search,” He instructed Sandro, ignoring Zane, who was still sulking.

“I’ll go with Athena.”

He wasn’t about to let anyone else appreciate her… assets.

Sandro raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the underlying tension. “Take your mind out of the gutters, Ewan, and focus on the search. I doubt she’ll want to talk about anything other than finding her friend.”

Ewan nodded resolutely and quickly took in Athena’s fiery demeanor. It was somewhat hypnotic, honestly, but now was not the time to lose focus.

“Look, if you find her, we’ll meet at the parking lot,” Ewan said, almost like a trainer at a race. “Check out the whole downstairs area, the storage houses, and the private bars…”

Sandro nodded, and with a grumpy Zane in tow, they marched off.

Ewan hurried after Athena, who, upon noticing he was alone, transitioned from fiery to confused. “Where are the others?” she asked, her brows furrowed slightly.

“We decided to divide so we can cover more ground.”

Athena nodded, dismissing her discomfort.

She would have loved to continue the search with Sandro, but it was time for serious matters. Besides, she could totally ignore how ridiculously handsome Ewan was, right? Sure…

When she had seen him at first, she had thought she was dreaming, wondering if her unsure thoughts about him had finally conjured him up.

Now walking side by side with him, she hoped he would stick to the task at hand.

“Did you see my message from a few hours ago?” Ewan asked, breaking the silence five minutes later.

Athena stiffened but opened her mouth to demand they focus on their search.

Unfortunately, Ewan wasn’t done. “We can talk while we search. It’ll dispel the tension between us and help us focus on our duty.”

He opened the first door and peeked in. “Looks like this room is empty.”

He shut the door gently.

“There are a lot of doors on this floor,” He continued, trying to hide his eagerness. “So I suggest we talk to make this bearable for both of us.”

Athena sighed. “I’m not complaining, Ewan; I can make do with this.”

“Well, I can’t. The tension is driving my vocal cords dry. It’s like something heavy is wedged against my throat.”

Athena opened her mouth and then shut it, contemplating her life choices.

She threw open a door, wanting to die the conversation, only to quickly slam it shut again at the unsightly sight of an orgy happening inside.

With a shudder, she reverted to Ewan, only to find him grinning like he’d just spotted an old friend. “What’s funny?”

Ewan shrugged. “Your facial expression when you saw what was behind the door was priceless.”

Athena looked away and pouted, a rosy flush creeping up her cheeks.

Sure, she was advanced in many areas of life, but her sex life? It was as lively as a sloth on a hot day!

However, she couldn’t say that to Ewan. She would rather the earth open up and swallow her whole.

“It was unexpected, that’s all…”

“In a club like this, I think you should prepare your mind for worse things,” Ewan quipped as he pushed open another door.

This time, Athena didn’t even bother to peek in.

Instead, she cursed the shrieking partygoers for not being more considerate about shutting the door.

After five doors, and with the silence of their growing awkwardness intensifying, Athena finally answered Ewan’s earlier question.

“Yeah, I saw your message from earlier today. I just didn’t know what to think about it. What’s your game, Ewan?”

Ewan froze mid-step and turned to face her, and for a moment, he could practically feel the electric tension in the air.

He sighed, ruffled his hair, and prepared for battle. “There was no aim, really, Athena…”

“If there was no aim, then why are you asking me if I saw your message? Why did you send it if it meant nothing to you?” She shot back, determination etched across her features.

Ewan blinked, speechless. Then he laughed, noting the fierceness in her eyes.

How could he have forgotten that this woman was the complete opposite of the woman he married nine years ago? She kept him on his toes, and then some.

“You’re right. I wanted you to see the message because I wanted you to know my truth—just as I had known yours in the news today. I was blind six years ago, but I refuse to be blind anymore. It may not change anything between us, but I wanted our partnership to go smoothly without any hitches. I wanted you to stop seeing me as the man who also cheated on you during our marriage.”

He paused and gazed into the distance, lost in thought. “Technically, I cheated you out of the marriage feelings, but I never had another woman, not even in my mind.”

Hearing Ewan’s earnestness made Athena look away, overwhelmed.

Not interested in speaking about the message anymore, she turned to another room and gently pushed open the door.

This time, she met a worser sight!

“Ewan!” She squeaked, letting out a light scream as she staggered back, landing right in his arms.

Ewan was more than happy to catch her gentle self, feeling a thrill rush through him.

“Ewan, we have to save that woman… she is in pain,” She declared, looking horrified by the exuberant display of human enthusiasm happening in the room.

Ewan, who had also seen the spectacle, could barely hold back a chuckle. His wife was still an innocent to these matters.

“No, we can’t, my dear. It’s consensual—it’s a form of sexual pleasure,” he explained, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Athena inhaled sharply, freezing for a moment before pushing herself away from his arms as if he were suddenly on fire.

Ewan couldn’t help but feel like a giddy schoolboy at her reaction. Maybe Zane was onto something; maybe his wife didn’t despise him after all.

He was about to ask her something monumental when his phone buzzed with a text that calmed his raging emotions:

‘We have found her. Come to the parking lot.’