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

Chapter 212: Ewan’s Apology II

The opening and closing of the door of the boardroom dragged Athena out of her frenzy thoughts about the

twins who she termed "evil doctors of the West."

She lifted her head, a furrow line marring her forehead when she saw the relaxed features, the hint of a smile, on

the lips of Old Mr. Thorne and Ewan. Their closeness too, and the walking rhythm, successfully piqued her

interest.

What went on in that room, apart from Old Mr. Thorne handing Ewan’s rights to him? She wondered, unable to be

even amused when they cto a halt at the stbefore her. Her anger was yet to be pacified.

"I will see you around, Athena," Herbert spoke then, perceiving that it was tfor him to leave.

He gave a curt nod to Old Mr. Thorne and Ewan, and then turned away from them, walking down the winding

corridor till he was out of sight.

"It seems you both had scatching up to do..." Ethan spoke next, having noticed the sthing Athena had

noticed, especially the relaxation of Ewan’s shoulders, which had been a different case during the meeting.

It had been a subtle feature, but Ethan had eyes for these things.

Ewan spared him an amused glance. "Yes, we did."

"Good for you." Ethan said, before turning to Athena. "So, should I head off to the academy now, or do we have

sother things to talk over? Should | wait for you back at the house?"

Athena shook her head. "I don’t think there is anything else. If there is, | will email it to you."

"Academy? Is your new venture a school?" Ewan asked, but he got no response, only a cursory glance from

Ethan right before he turned away and started down the corridor.

Old Mr. Thorne followed him.

"You two can meetoutside," He had said before leaving Athena with Ewan.

That old sly lion! Athena cussed mentally, inhaling deeply for control, before turning to face Ewan, who didn’t

think he would be speaking with Athena face to face like this, so soon.

Old Mr. Thorne had really set him up!

"Uhm..." He actually stuttered like a teen before his crush.

"Ewan, you look well. I'll see you around then. Have a nice day," Athena spoke, cutting in calmly, needing to be

away from this growing awkwardness. But before she could turn away, Ewan called her back.

"Athena, please wait..."

Athena inhaled deeply again. "What is the matter, Ewan?" She asked, maintaining her cool.

Ewan sighed, seeing the blank expression on her face. "I... | want to apologize for everything." He paused,

inhaled deeply and exhaled harshly. "I am sorry for wrecking our marriage, for hurting you at every turn, for

disregarding you, for allowing you to be bullied by Fiona and her family, for choosing Fiona every damn tover

you..."

A pause.

"I'm sorry, Athena. | am sorry for not being the man you needed six years ago when the accusation was unjustly

levied against you. | am sorry for siding with lies instead of with you. I'm sorry for the times | abused the

intimacy we shared every night. | am sorry for making you feel small and insignificant then, unwanted..."

Ewan inhaled again to control the emotions assailing him; he couldn't baw! out his eyes in front of Athena. She

would think him pathetic.

"I am sorry for the kids, for the trouble you went through before and after giving birth to them. | am sorry | was

not there..." He took a step closer to Athena, whose outward expression was still blank, aloof, but whose inward

self was undergoing an emotional turmoil.

Ewan listing these things dug up unfavorable memories, including the one where she had been robbed and

almost raped while en route out of the town.

It had been a group of passers-by that had saved her that night. She even had to stay with one of them for

almost a month to lose track of the criminals.

All these, because this man with beautiful eyes, eyes which she noticed now were wet, had been hell-bent on

making her life a living hell.

He was sorry? If sorry could fix everything, the world would have probably been a better place.

What if she had been raped and killed by those men? What would have been her fate? Would he even remember

her again?

Of course not! He would have gone ahead and married Fiona and lived happily ever after!

Sorry? He could take his apologies and shove them right up his ass!

She blinked, however, when she felt her tear gland getting messy. She needed to get out of here.

But Ewan wasn’t done yet.

"Athena, | am truly sorry for the troubles | caused you since your return, for not believing you despite the hints

you kept leaving forto follow. | am sorry..."

"That's okay, Ewan," Athena cut in sharply, making Ewan feel small before he could help it.

He sighed shamefully, looked down, before looking up at her again. He opened his mouth to speak again, but

Athena wasn’t having it.

"It’s okay, Ewan. | have heard you. | hope you make the right choices now with the second chance at life you

have been given. | hope you have learned your lessons."

Ewan nodded. "I have. Thanks to you."

"And how is your health?" Athena continued, not wanting to give any space that would make Ewan launch into

another round of apologies.

"Better."

"Your heart and head? Do you still feel any pain?"

Ewan shook his head. "Not at all."

"So you have all your memories intact?"

Ewan hesitated, still looking at Athena intensely. "I think so. Although sare still fuzzy."

Athena nodded slowly, checking out the points. "That's okay. By the tyou are done with the drugs, you

should be better. So | guess you remember the camaraderie you used to share with Old Mr. Thorne, seeing as

both of you had a smile on your face when you walked out of the boardroom."

She raised an eyebrow when a hint of a smile blossomed on his lips, right before he answered. "Yes, | do. | have

you to thank for that."

Athena nodded. "And the girl? Do you remember the girl that had saved you from drowning?"

A slight hesitation.

"No." He answered with a straight face.

But that was a lie.

Athena cocked her head subtly to the side and regarded him. "Do you think it is Fiona?"

"I don’t know. And | don’t care. It won't still change the plans I have for her."

Athena raised an eyebrow. "You mean the psychiatric ward..." Her voice was tainted with sarcastic amusement.

"Yes." Ewan answered simply, unable to keep the cold smile from slipping across his lips.

Athena's two eyebrows shot up this taround. When Ewan talked about the psychiatric hospital, did he mean

something else?

Before she could ask him in detail, Ewan was talking again.

"So, when do | visit the children? Do | start counting from today?" He asked, the earlier smile disappearing from

his lips, replaced with a firm line.

Athena took her lips in, considering this matter. "If you are up for it, you can visit tomorrow night. I'm sure they

would want to see that you're hearty after seeing you collapse after the court case. You can start counting from

then..."

Just then, her phone rang out, alerting her to a call.

Athena retrieved her phone from her coat’s pocket, her brow furrowing when she saw that it was a private

number.

"Is there a problem?" Ewan asked, eager to help in any way he can.

Athena ignored him and answered the call.

Ewan took his lips in and looked away. This was going to be another battle he would fight, the toughest actually

—winning the heart of his family again.

A day at a time. He mused.

Meanwhile...

"Hello, who is this..." Athena spoke, brow still furrowed, almost expecting to hear Morgan's voice on the other

side of the phone.

"Hello, Doctor Athena. George Walls speaking..."

A frown immediately masked Athena's face. She removed the phone from her ear and looked at it keenly, as if

wanting to communicate with it.

Before her, Ewan bit his lips to stop himself from speaking again. Athena didn’t want or need his help. But who

was calling her? He wondered, noting the disbelief on her face as she returned the phone to her ear.

"George Walls? Which George Walls?"

A low chuckle was heard on the other end, shocking Athena.

"Mr... President...??" She called out hesitantly, not believing her ears.

Of course, she had expected the chief security official to report his findings back to the president, but she wasn’t

expecting that the famed man will call her by himself. Didn't he have a secretary?

No wonder it says private number!

"The one and only..." The president spoke humorously. "Are you free at the moment? I’m about to send the

private jet to pick you up. You asked for a meeting with me..."

Athena had no words to refute. She indeed asked for a meeting, but not now. Not today.

"Can we leave it till tomorrow, sir? My hands are full at the moment."

"Of course, Doctor Athena. See you tomorrow by..."

"10 am. You can send the jet before then." Athena filled in, and the call ended.

"The president?" Ewan started, wondering who else wasn't related to Athena at this point.

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