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

Chapter 437: Salvation

When the call with Susan ended, Athena didn’t need anyone to tell her that the sponsor of the Grey Madness

was also responsible for leaking the information to the press—all to toy with her, to taunt her, to make sure she

was disgraced in front of the people, knowing the fickleness of human nature.

...Standing for you today, and tearing you down tomorrow. It didn’t matter if you had saved their lives before.

Athena clenched her fists at her sides, her jaw tight. She was now more determined, keenly desperate, to find

something, anything, to stop the sinister plans of her enemy.

She downed two more pills, shutting her eyes for a second as she inhaled deeply when the effect kicked in. It

didn’t always last long, the dopamine effect, but at least it kept the headaches at bay. With that done, she

pushed herself to her feet and started toward the table.

Just before she got there, her phone buzzed. She froze, frowned, then picked it up. Just an alarm. But the sound

drew her attention to the message notifications, to the unknown number, to the more than one notification.

Biting her lower lip, she tapped on the message that had cfrom the unfamiliar contact.

Her eyes widened a fraction as she read through the message a first time. Then a second. Then a third, her lips

parting as though she needed to confirm what she was seeing.

The message contained nothing but a chemical formula, one that promised to solve all her problems with the

new Grey variant.

She pressed a trembling hand over her chest. She was so happy, so confused, so curious that she almost

disobeyed the order that cwith the text. "Don’t call this number. Please."

Her brows furrowed. She knew the texter was betraying someone, most likely the evil twins, with this text. And

she also knew that the texter was someone close to them, someone who was not happy with the consequences

of the madness.

Athena laughed.

It cstrained at first, then boisterous the second time. She laughed until her shoulders shook and tears

spurted from her eyes, her body sagging against the edge of the table.

Relief—sweet, unexpected, crushing relief—rolled through her chest like a wave. It was as if a great burden had

been cut loose, one she hadn't realized she'd been dragging for hours.

The answer had been with her all along. Four hours. She checked the tthe message had cin, and

groaned softly, covering her face with one palm. She wouldn't have known, couldn't have known, if her alarm

hadn’t dinged.

And she knew the formula. She believed it would work, because it was one of the many she had worked on with

the twins before they had gone rogue. She wondered, heart pounding, why she hadn't thought of it first.

The answer was simple: she hadn't, because the equations had been too simple for the virus’ complex motions.

She laughed again, shaking her head, wiping at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand as she covered the

remaining distance between her and the table. Salvation had come.

Yet curiosity nagged her as she stood over the beaker, her hands hovering over her gloves. Who could have sent

the text? She couldn't call the person—she wouldn't put them in trouble—but she sent the number to Aiden and

requested that he check it out discreetly, without making waves, so as not to trigger problems for her

anonymous savior.

Who knows? she mused, lips twitching. The person might help them uncover the twins’ location and the identity

of their sponsor.

Pleased with the thought, every trace of tension eased from her shoulders. She decided to check out the

remaining calls. As she had suspected, they were from doctors and nurses, staff from Whitman's Hospital—

luckily from just the headquarters.

Then she saw her grandfather's message.

"I know you are working... Good luck, my darling. | believe in you... Farrel has been captured though. But like the

others he doesn’t know the identity of his hirer. He had just been contacted with a promise of millions to betray

the estate. | will punish him myself."

Of course. Nothing surprising there, Athena thought, shaking her head grimly. Her brows furrowed, however,

when she noticed the series of calls that had ctwo hours after his message.

Had something happened?

Athena, still lightened by relief, chuckled bitterly at her recent disposition to think in negatives instead of the

opposite. She called her grandfather back, needing to know the reason for his call before she set about working

on the cure for the variant.

"Grandpa, good afternoon... sorry | missed your calls..."

"That's okay." Old Mr. Thorne’s voice, gruff and strangely sad, passed through the phone, instantly bringing

Athena’s defenses up.

"What happened?" she asked quickly, her grip on the phone tightening.

A terrible sigh answered her first. "I think your grandmother has the Grey virus. Those bastards must have done

But Athena had already tuned out.

As much as she had gotten the cure in her hands, in theory at least—still better than nothing—the information

numbed her, quaked her, and shocked her all at once.

They had attacked her grandmother? Didn't they fear the anger of her grandfather? Didn't they know better than

to touch the lion’s tail?

Rage shattered the numbness, blazing hot. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. They will pay.

"I will be back soon with a cure, Grandpa. Don’t worry much."

She heard him sniff, and she knew he was crying, albeit in relief. Her heart twisted. She wondered what dark

thoughts had ransacked his mind in lieu of her not answering his calls, and she fumed the more.

"Grandma won't die. | promise."

More sniffs. A clogged throat. Athena, understanding, ended the call after saying goodbye.

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"Are you there yet?" she texted.

"Almost. Any luck with the cure?"

"Got an anonymous tip. | think we will win this battle."

"Good to know. I'll call you later. Stay safe, Iron Woman."

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until she had both a cure and a containment plan.

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