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

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Chapter 150: The Court Case XIII

"Six years ago, | never slept with Athena," Lucas started, clasping his hands behind his back, resolutely ignoring

the murmurs that erupted once again after that bold declaration.

He had cprepared—prepared to withstand any insult, any blame, any punishment at all—if it would grant

him the custody of his daughter.

Athena had allowed him a video call with Kendra, a heartwarming experience he would cherish forever.

At first, the little beauty had been hesitant, her voice tinged with uncertainty, but in moments, she had

transformed. Laughter had flowed freely, and the sound of her joy had brightened the dim shadows of his

memories.

Her laughter kept him focused straight ahead now, his composure unwavering, even as a sharp shoe landed

squarely on his right cheek.

Yet Lucas didn’t bother twisting around to see who had thrown it, nor did he ponder who had called him stupid,

nor did he wonder why Athena was letting the congregation stone him shoes. No, he kept his eyes locked on

Elder Timothy. After all, Athena owed him nothing. If anything, it was he who owed her.

"Six years ago, | returned from my studies abroad. Even before dropping in to see my own family, | asked to see

Athena," Lucas continued, his voice steady. "She was my best friend and my confidante—the one who had

pushedto study physics, even givingtextbooks from her collection..."

"Collection? What collection? We were told she’s an illiterate!" A voice echoed from the back, piercing through

the gathering’s thick tension.

All eyes turned toward Zack, who, until that moment, had remained inconspicuous, hidden in the crowd.

Zack said nothing in defense. Instead, he fiddled nervously with his hands, his gaze falling to the floor in an

attempt to disappear.

But Lucas laughed, a rich sound that grated against the oppressive atmosphere. "Illiterate? That must be the

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joke of the century! Athena is anything but an illiterate. She's a genius, despite the circumstances that took her

away from school."

Ewan paused, his lips pursing thoughtfully. This explained everything—the extraordinary academic prowess

displayed in Athena's records. Yet, what circumstances?

He had never taken the tto uncover why his wife had been deemed illiterate; he had been too caught up in

his passionate disdain for her, viewing her as a player in her father’s twisted game.

He expected Lucas to elaborate on the circumstances behind Athena's situation, but instead, Lucas continued

recounting the events of six years ago, weaving a narrative that held everyone captive.

"I was hurrying to meet Athena at the hotel she had booked for my stay when | met Fiona and her father waiting

forby the airport gates. As it turned out, they had orchestrated a fast gon me; Alfonso was friends with

sof my lecturers. Together, they had conspired to manipulate my return hfor their sinister plan, which

they revealed toright there at the airport."

Lucas paused, the weight of his confession pressing heavily on his shoulders.

"| refused," he continued, the pain evident in his voice. "Athena was my best friend, and | couldn’t betray her like

that. But when they showedthe video of my younger brothers in captivity, my resolve began to waver." His

voice was strong, yet tinged with the ache of regret. "I was young, scared, desperate to protect my family."

Ewan felt a knot tighten in his stomach, terror mixing with anger towards Fiona. How could she do this? How

could she wield someone else's fear as a weapon in her twisted game? Of course, it was now alarmingly clear to

him why Fiona had taken such a path of despicable choices.

"I did as she commanded," Lucas continued, and a flash of hurt crossed his features. "I stabbed Athena in the

back." Each word hung heavily in the air, laced with the bitterness of remorse. "But days after | did that, | learnt

that my brothers were already dead. Fiona had orchestrated their murders just to keepsilent."

Another shocked silence enveloped the hall, disbelief hanging thickly in the air like a dense fog. Margaret sat

transfixed, struggling to absorb the weight of this shocking confession. How could her husband have turned their

daughter into a murderer? Why? For what?!

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"Why have you returned now?" Elder Timothy asked then, his tone pressed with curiosity but buoyed by caution.

His gaze scrutinized Lucas, as if assessing his intentions.

"I'm here to make amends," Lucas declared, this this voice firmer, as he reached into his pocket.

Anticipation surged through the crowd like a wave as they wondered what he wanted to bring out from the small

breast pocket. A memory card? Another piece of evidence?

Then, as if in slow motion, Lucas pulled out a neatly packaged strand of hair, holding it high for all to see. "This is