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

Trust no one? She didn’t even trust him! Athena mused, swallowing the disdain she suddenly felt for the man sitting a few feet away from her, maintaining a calm demeanor.

How dare he come around and take over the mission? He was supposed to be on the sidelines, and now he was in the circle; and now he was even keeping them out of the circle.

Ha! A strategic play, and he’s talking about trust?! He should leave with his friends and never come back!

"Athena..." Old Mr. Thorne’s calm, fatherly voice managed to drag Athena out of her deprecating thoughts and into a position where she began to question her reasoning.

Ewanisthecauseofthis! She finally realized. He was making her doubt herself—he still had that power over her. Well, she would no longer stand for it, not even with him in her face.

While combating her thoughts, she still hadn’t looked at Old Mr. Thorne or acknowledged his call. The old man had to call again to get her attention.

"I’m sorry, I was just trying to connect some dots in my head," She said, realizing she was the center of attention.

Old Mr. Thorne, who had called because of the sinister smile on her lips, didn’t need a soothsayer to understand the direction of her thoughts. Ewan was stepping on Athena’s nerves, and he didn’t want her to brood on it either.

Those two were supposed to be civil, at least; he had promised his wife to sow the seeds of love—or friendship, at the very least—for the sake of his grandchildren.

"That’s okay. Do you want to share what you were thinking about?"

Athena raised a brow and shook her head. "But I have some questions and some observations..."