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

Chapter 259: Making Progress

"Mom!" Kathleen and Nathaniel shouted as they burst into the sitting room, their excited voices echoing off the

walls.

Their eyes lit up when they spotted Athena seated on the couch, watching TV with Gianna and the Thorne

couple, Florence and Old Mr. Thorne. The twins ran toward her in the sbreath, leaving Ewan standing by the

door with several takeout packages in hand.

"What do you have there, Ewan?" Gianna finally asked, her gaze shifting from the joyous chaos of the twins to

the man lingering at the entrance.

Ewan shrugged his shoulders in response, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Takeout. The twins

mentioned y'all might be hungry."

Florence huffed, a frown forming on her lips. "What? You think there is no food in this house?" She turned to her

husband, indignation radiating from her. "Can you imagine the audacity of this youth?"

Ewan laughed heartily, shaking his head as he crossed the room. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on

Florence's cheek, dispelling her discontent.

The effect was instantaneous; she smiled, her previous worries fading away like mist before the sun.

"You really are something..." She muttered, her cheeks flushing, eliciting a chuckle from the audience around

them.

"So, what do you have for me, son?" Old Mr. Thorne leaned forward, peering at the bags with a twinkle in his eye.

"| can see it’s from my favorite restaurant. It's been a while since | dined there..."

Ewan’s eyes sparkled as he handed one of the bags to Old Mr. Thorne. "Your favorite..."

"You still remember?" The old man asked, a note of awe coloring his voice.

"Of course," Ewan replied, smiling knowingly. He deftly distributed the remaining bags to the women in the living

room. "But | have to be going."

He noticed the surprise etched on Athena's face as she peered into her package.

Did she think he had been entirely blind during their marriage? Not at all—not that he had been blind; he had

merely been too angry and vengeful to act on what he had noticed about her over those cold three years.

"Alright then, Ewan. Thank you for these..." Old Mr. Thorne said, his gratitude sincere yet laden with the

unspoken weight of their shared past.

Ewan nodded at the compliment, sensing that the old man meant more than just the food.

He turned to Gianna, who thanked him as well, and smiled widely at the twins as they waved goodbye to him,

their tiny voices chiming a cheerful farewell.

After a final wave, Ewan exited the living room, feeling the warmth of their odd, floating sense of family even as

he stepped back into the world outside.

"Ewan!!"

Ewan’s heart thumped as he heard Athena's voice, the call ringing out like a beacon. He had almost reached the

gate and wondered if he was hallucinating.

Yet, when he turned, seeing her walk toward him with purpose, a sense of warmth spread through him, despite

the cool exterior she maintained.

"Thank you for this morning—taking care of the kids, and for the food too..." Athena said, coming to a halt before

him, her bright eyes reflecting momentary uncertainty.

For a second there, as she had glanced down at her package, she had suspected that the kids—or maybe even

Gianna—had instructed him on what to buy. But then they had reassured her it was not the case. It could only

mean that this confusing man had actually paid attention to her, to sextent, during their painful marriage.

The children seemed so delighted having been with him; it was obvious they had enjoyed their ttogether,

especially after the initial conflicts. Athena couldn’t wait to hear the tales of what they had done over the past

couple of hours.

"You don’t need to mention that... it was a pleasure," Ewan muttered, his hands shoved into his pockets, his gaze

steady as he stared at Athena like he had all the tin the world.

Feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze, Athena nodded slowly, then wetted her lips. "Well, um, | wish you

a lovely day."

A pause.

"Please letknow when you and Sandro decide to revisit the rubble of the building. | would love to go."

"We'll be going in the evening. Do you think you will be free then?" Ewan asked, hopeful yet cautious.

Athena nodded, buoyed by the opportunity. "I will make time. Just letknow ten minutes before."

"Sure, | will do so." Ewan replied, but he remained standing in the sspot, mirroring Athena's indecision.

Clearing her throat seconds later, Athena frowned, feeling a tension she couldn’t quite place.

Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving Ewan watching her go.

He lingered for a second before leaving the house, unable to shake the urge to call after her. He wanted to say,

"So, this tnext month?" but deep down, he wasn’t ready for the pain that her confirmation might bring.

It was better to bask in the high that cfrom spending twith his children today.

As the door clicked shut behind Athena, she turned to the twins, who were clambering back into the sofas, their

energy yet undiminished. She didn’t need a seer to inform her that they had been watching her and Ewan,

maybe even eavesdropping.

She shook her head, rather amused, especially as the adults too had a ‘caught’ expression on their faces. What

was going through their minds?

"Hey, kiddos! What did you two do with your dad?" She finally asked the twins, inviting them subtly into the

smaller living room, hoping to find more amusement in their joyful recounts, something to take her mind off the

‘black waters’ surrounding her.

Kathleen and Nathaniel’s faces lit up instantly, the excitement in their eyes shining brighter than ever.

"We went to the park!" Kathleen exclaimed, her arms waving animatedly. "We saw ducks in the pond! Mr. Ewan

said they were mallards, and we fed them bread!"

Nathaniel chimed in, bouncing on his toes, a sharp contrast to his always serious demeanor. "And then we

played on the swing! | went so high, Mom! | thought | could touch the sky!" His grin was contagious, stretching

from ear to ear.

Athena smiled, her heart swelling with both warmth. These moments were precious; they added hues to her

children’s lives. "That sounds amazing! And what else?" She prompted, eager to hear every detail.

"There was a playground!" Kathleen gushed, her dreamy expression showing just how much she adored those

precious moments spent with her father. "Mr. Ewan helped us fly just like they do in cartoons!"

"We played superheroes!" Nathaniel exclaimed, his imagination igniting. "I was Firestorm, and Kath was Thunder

Girl! Mr. Ewan was our sidekick, Captain Awesome!" He struck a pose, puffing out his chest.

Laughter filled the room, and Athena could hardly suppress her own joy. "I wish | could've seen that! You all

sound like quite the team!"

"But Mom," Kathleen said, her tone shifting slightly to something tender yet inquisitive, "About Mr. Ewan... any

new plans about him?"

Athena hesitated at this straightforward question. New plans about Ewan? The complexities of their relationship

swirled around her mind like a whirlwind—it wasn’t just a simple answer. "Well, he is your father," She finally

said, her voice softening. "I have to consider him because he’s a part of you." A pause. "But there are no new

plans."

"Will you be okay if he pleade with you for more visitation rights?" Nathaniel pressed on, his innocent curiosity

evident.

A heavy silence settled in the air, and Athena’s heart ached. "I'm not sure. Things are very different now, honey.

But if you wish, | can consider it too..." She explained, trying to keep things simple yet honest.

The twins exchanged looks, and Athena could see the wheels turning in their heads. They absorbed her words

like sponges, their expressions reflecting a mix of understanding and concern.

"How was your night, Mom?" Kathleen inquired, tilting her head slightly, moving to another topic as fast as she

could breathe.

"It was fine," Athena replied quickly, not wanting to dive into the emotional depths of her struggles, though the

slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.

But the twins weren't convinced. "It didn’t sound like it was fine," Nathaniel said earnestly, concern etched on his

small face. "We heard you whimpering... while we waited by your door."

Athena immediately stiffened, guilt washing over her. Had they been listening? Had they overheard her

nightmares? "Oh, sweethearts, I—"

"Did something happen to you during the night? Did Mr. Ewan hurt you?" Kathleen's voice trembled, her

innocence flashing with worry.

Athena felt a heaviness in the pit of her stomach. She quickly reassured them, finding strength in her maternal

instincts. "No, no, nothing happened. | just... had a bad dream. Sometimes, grown-ups have those."

The twins looked at each other, their faces mirroring doubt but also a flicker of determination. "We sent Mr. Ewan

a message," Nathaniel finally said, their little, courageous voices shining through. "We wanted to know if he hurt

you."

Athena blinked in surprise, taken aback by their protective instincts. "You did what?"

"Just to make sure," Kathleen clarified, her lips pursing together, nodding vigorously. "He picked us up in the car

when you were feeling sad. We didn’t want you to be sad anymore!"

Emotions swirled in Athena’s heart—tender love intermingling with irritation. "You don’t need to worry about me

like that, babies. I'm your mom, and | can take care of myself," She explained gently, crouching down to meet

their gaze.

"But we want to take care of you too!" Nathaniel insisted, his eyes glimmering with loyalty.

Athena sighed. She placed a comforting hand on each of their shoulders. "I know you want to protect me, and |

love you both so much for that. Just remember, sometimes there are things no one else can control... even

grown-ups,"

"Okay, Mommy. But if you feel sad, what can we do?" Kathleen asked, her brows furrowing in thought.

"Just distractingwith your happiness is enough," Athena replied, pulling them both into an embrace.

As they hugged her tightly, she inhaled their sweet, familiar scent.

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