Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: More Apologies

Athena turned to Ewan at his question, a furrow marring her forehead when she noticed that he was still snickering over the picture.

"You seem more concerned about Sandro’s funny pictures than Aiden’s marriage. So why do you even ask?"

Ewan lifted his head from the device, confusion clouding his face. What did he do wrong now? Had he asked the wrong question?

He wetted his lips, more confused at why she was glaring at him hotly.

’What did you do, Ewan? Think! Think!’ He commanded his mind, keeping the phone gently on his thighs.

"Athena..." He called, but she hissed and walked out of the room.

Ewan couldn’t believe what was happening. Was he not permitted to talk about Aiden?

Being someone who easily got restless when there were no answers lying around, he grasped the phone tightly in his hand, removed the drip that had been put in his arm—it was almost done after all—and stepped down from the tiny bed.

Looking around the lab once more, marveling at the structure, which he could see was built to keep the signatures of the materials off the radar, he left the lab into the adjoining room.

He paused in his movements suddenly, when he saw Athena hunched on the sofa, her hands clasped together.

As if sensing his presence, she clicked her tongue. "To an extent, I can understand Aiden’s sensitivity to his marriage, to his wife, because for a long time, whenever your name was mentioned, I reacted the same way. Until I decided that I wouldn’t let you have that power over me; I won’t let others see that you had the power over me. Only, I don’t know Gloria’s story."

A significant pause.

"Aiden might be a good friend of mine, but I don’t support people blindly, especially on matters like this. Worse, you men have a loathsome pride that won’t let you see the truth in front of you most times."

Ewan pressed his lips together, pondering what to do next. Yes, he regretted his actions over the past years, but regrets wouldn’t solve the situation. And that’s why he had devoted himself to her, to being of use to her and the children too.

Yet, at this moment, looking at her dejected frame, he wished he could do more, especially as imaginations of what she could have gone through ran through his mind.

Things that had pushed her to learn martial arts, things that had driven her to the CIA to work as an agent. Had she, at any point, encountered abusers?

The thought of that sent shivers of fear down his spine, even as his heart tightened under a painful grip.

Inhaling deeply to dissipate this feeling and failing, he covered the distance between them, sat in the space beside her, and flung his hand over her shoulder, making sure that the posture was friendly and not something more intimate. That would scare her off even more.

"Athena, I am sorry..."

"Ewan..."

"I will keep apologizing until the end of time. I don’t think I will ever stop, until the day I die. Every day now, I live for you, I live for the children, and I don’t exactly need your permission for that. I just want to do the best I can to ensure you and the children live the best lives from now. But if there’s a way, maybe a new scientist has discovered, where one can go back in years..."

A pause embedded in sorrow and longing. "I will..."

Ewan’s voice, which had now turned hoarse like he was about to weep, made Athena sit up, without shrugging his hand across her shoulder.

She looked into his eyes, which had turned bluer, as if the ocean was about to spill some of its flow.

"I would have gone back, Athena, no matter the cost, even if it takes my entire net worth. I would have changed a lot of things. I’m..."

A pause, during which a tear slipped from Ewan’s eyes, and his hand tightened on the device in his hand.

"Athena, I’m sorry that I wasn’t the man you needed me to be six years ago. I may really blame it on my anger, on my youthful exuberance, but it’s all on me. I should have known better. I should have been better. I should have been a man my father, my parents would be proud of."

He bowed his head, feeling the tears fall unbidden then, sorrow consuming him, leaving no room for embarrassment at crying before a woman.

Meanwhile, Athena wasn’t sure what to feel, or what to say about the matter before her.

She couldn’t say she had entirely washed Ewan’s slate clean; she wasn’t Jesus. But the raw anguish she saw in his eyes tugged at her heartstrings, so much so that she flung her hands around his waist and laid her head on his quaking shoulder.

"It’s okay, Ewan. Everything is fine, or rather will be fine, when we are done with Morgan."

Ewan gnashed his teeth then, wishing to be done with Morgan already, so that they could all move forward.

"I will not be able to forget what you did, Ewan... but I think I can move past it, so long as you maintain your righteous stance. Because the next time..."

"There won’t be a next time, I promise." He spoke, controlling the almost obsessive urge to drop a kiss on her hair.

Ewan sighed loudly, cursing the sickness of his body and the drip. As much as he loved Athena fussing over him—and it was evidence that she cared—he didn’t want it now; he wanted to stay this way forever, to breathe her in. freēwēbnovel.com

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