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

Athena balled her fists at her sides, frustration coursing through her as she processed Nathaniel’s words. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but both his and Kate’s comments made her realize she had been neglecting her duties in a certain area.

Did they really think they couldn’t have comic books or painting materials? How could she not know that her children loved these things? And now Nathaniel was saying he thought she wouldn’t let him have them?

What ignited that thought pattern within him? When had she ever expressed that she didn’t want them to have fun?

Nathaniel, who had been staring at his father in confusion—baffled at how Ewan had also figured out his wants—turned to his mother, shrinking back immediately upon seeing her disapproving expression.

The poor boy felt the weight of his mother’s disappointment, convinced she was upset with him for admitting his feelings aloud. Cursing himself internally, he reluctantly stretched out the comic books to Sandro. "My words were false earlier. I don’t like comic books."

"Now, that’s my boy!" Antonio cheered, throwing a fist in the air as if he had just won a milestone victory.

His enthusiasm echoed through the room, but Athena felt nothing but annoyance as she wiped a hand across her brow, heart racing with anger and disbelief, especially as Ewan suddenly looked worn out again.

"What are you doing, Nathaniel? Do you think it’s a joke to mess with someone’s feelings?" She asked hotly, her voice rising a notch, no longer bothering to glare at Antonio.

"Eh..." Nathaniel stuttered, glancing at his sister, who was staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite grasp. He felt lost and confused. He didn’t understand his mother either.

Had he truly misread her earlier countenance? He sighed, folding inward and withdrawing his outstretched hands. "I’m sorry." He quickly turned to Ewan and added, "I’m sorry, Mr. Ewan. Thank you for the gifts. I really like them..."