Chapter 220: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ VII
Ewan bit his lips as he sought and found the seriousness and determination in Sandro’s eyes.
Sandro was his own friend, has been that for as long as he could remember—as close to him as Zane was. When had the latter then become Athena’s chief defendant?
Ewan kissed his teeth at this thought; it wasn’t necessary. Anyone knowing the history between Athena and him, knowing how much his wife had gone through to become the woman she was, would act the same way as Sandro.
No matter the level of friendship they shared, Sandro had always been a justice chooser. It seemed Athena had scored herself another loyalist.
Ewan had no doubt that Zane would also go against him should he attempt to raise the flag of "we are not divorced yet" over Athena.
Yet, that wasn’t what he had been attempting to do. For his friends to have that iota of stinking idea go through their minds revealed the lot of mopping up he had to do—the amount of hard work he has to put in to restore his image before his friends, and before Athena.
Letting go, he inhaled slowly and exhaled the same before walking back to his seat.
"Honestly, I don’t know," He started, tapping the table intermittently with his index finger. "I don’t know how I will get past the once-per-month visits, but I won’t be waving the divorce papers over Athena. If I was that kind of person before, I’m not now."
Sandro seemed appeased with Ewan’s statement, for he unfolded his hands from his chest, walked back to his seat, and picked up the iPad again.
Zane exhaled loudly in relief, causing Ewan and Sandro to chuckle heartily.
"You two find it funny now, right? I should have recorded you two so you can see how you looked, arguing over a woman..." Zane teased, taking his own seat.