Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Revelations II

Ewan was right; the local restaurant’s special was spicy. But, in the face of the bombshell he had dropped mere minutes ago, the spicy flavor was almost lost on Athena’s tongue, albeit a good distraction.

She had chosen to say nothing, as the attendant had cut in with a tray of steaming dishes before she could croak out a response, deciding to push her fraying nerves to the side and indulge in the spicy sweetness—these foods were best consumed while hot!

However, as she ate, inhaling and exhaling intermittently, her mind was still besotted with Ewan’s revelation, rather than on the possible ingredients that contributed to such a wonderful ’special.’

Another reason she had chosen to eat first was partly because she was just hungry, and secondly because she needed to be calm, to think, to sort through her thoughts, and not act like a misguided banshee as she had done earlier when Ewan declared his code name.

Wolfsbane.

Athena still couldn’t believe both her eyes and ears. Wolfsbane was sitting right before her. Who could have thought? Who could have believed?

Was Fiona aware of this all along? Alfonso too? She didn’t think so. If Fiona had known beforehand, she wouldn’t have sidled up to Morgan in the first place. It only left room for the notion that Connor had spilled everything to the dying woman.

Athena willfully ignored the imagery of Fiona that floated past her mind, focusing instead on Ewan, even though her head was bowed over her plate as she ate.

Wolfsbane.

She had first heard the name nine years ago, before her marriage to Ewan.

At twenty years old, she was the youngest lecturer at one of the most prestigious private universities, even though no one had known her identity because she had both attended and taught college from home.

However, Zack had deemed her an illiterate, thinking her confinement meant a lack of knowledge.

But that’s beside the point...

The first time she had heard of Wolfsbane was during one of the online meetings held between lecturers discussing the university’s yearly reports. The head of the arts department had been absent, and one of the lecturers had revealed that it was because his nephew had been murdered by Wolfsbane.

That report had triggered other discussions among lecturers about the infamous Wolfsbane and the inhumane gang he operated.

Athena hadn’t cared about it, but the news about the arts director’s nephew had kept ravaging the city for weeks, even reaching her doorstep in the form of Zack ranting to a government staff member over the phone on how to deal with this Wolfsbane who had wreaked havoc on the city; a tyrant involved in everything from drugs and guns to prostitution and human trafficking—everything illegal, including assassinations.

Worst of all, no security force had any intel on them. Out of curiosity, Athena had decided to check it out using her dark web skills; however, she hit a dark end after following numerous dead leads and abandoned the search.

Wolfsbane had no link to her—until she entered the CIA, and his name came up again.

She shut her eyes unknowingly as she remembered the many nights spent poring over information gathered about Wolfsbane, who had assassinated a minister—and to think it was her ex-husband.

Athena was finding it hard to believe, even more so his last statement that he had dropped that life when he married her.

"You lied..." slipped from her lips before she could hold it back.

Taking cognizance of her environment once again, she realized she was just about to dip the spoon in her hand into an empty bowl of soup.

Finished already? She cursed and dropped the spoon loudly in the plate—it wasn’t as if she could be heard with the loud music booming in the restaurant.

"It was that delicious, huh? You want more?" Ewan asked, eyeing her with a hint of nervousness.

Athena folded her lips at his question, uncertain if he was trying to dodge her statement or lighten the atmosphere that had become strung with tension again.

"You lied to me, Ewan. You forget that I worked with the CIA at one time," Athena repeated, refusing to let this go. She leaned back into her seat, arms folded across her chest. "Do you think I wouldn’t remember..."

Ewan dropped his spoon, already weary of the spicy special that tasted like ash in his mouth, because of anticipating Athena’s next line of action when all this conversation was over.

"What are you talking about? I gave up—"

Athena raised her hand, silencing him. "I joined the CIA just a few years ago. You claimed you gave up the gang nine years ago. How then was it that I still dealt with cases concerning Wolfsbane?" She inquired, barely managing to keep the disgust from her voice and face.

She had read his file more times than she could count, had known the lives of the people he had ruined—women, children, establishments, and wars he had supported with hun supplies.

Remembering now, she felt like spitting in his face. Wolfsbane. She should just turn him into the police; Connor too.

Ewan, seeing the revulsion on her face, sighed wearily, clutching his thighs. He guessed this was another atonement he would have to make, although since dropping the gang, he had been doing a lot of atonement.

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