Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Therapy

Since Athena came back from the hospital, she hadn’t been able to give a hundred percent focus to her work; Victoria’s whiny laugh resounded in her ears at intervals, ruining her concentration.

Even while going through the remaining files on her table; even while seeing the patients who were on her list, to check if they were recovering as they should, the question kept ringing in her mind: what was Ewan doing with Victoria?

She just couldn’t understand, couldn’t wrap her head around that imagery. She would have discarded it, but for the fact that she had seen it with her own eyes—had seen Victoria laugh, head thrown back, hands tapping the table as if Ewan had spoken the joke of the century.

Then she had seen Ewan’s face—at peace. That’s what he had looked like.

Had he and Victoria been friends at one time?

At the moment, she sighed and closed the file she was working on, running her hands across her hair, which she had forgotten to tie up in a bun.

She picked up her phone, for the fifth time, to reach Sandro and Zane, but put it down again, just as before. She didn’t want to seem like a desperate chick, like she was still hung up on Ewan.

Yet, did Cedric know that his fiancée was meeting her ex-husband? What could possibly be the purpose of their meeting?

Another sigh. Another opening of the file. Another attempt at scanning the important contents. Another failed attempt. She shut the file, reclined deep into her seat, and let out a soft exhale.

What am I doing?

She tried to push the image from her mind, but it wasn’t working.

Frustration started in her guts, building up with every passing second. Why was she so hung up on this matter?

In annoyance, she grabbed her phone, needing to be done with this once and for all, and googled "Ewan and Victoria" tagged together. But there were no results indicating any form of prior entanglement between them.

Had they dated in college? Had they been friends?

She asked the questions, but received no reasonable answer. Could it be that this entanglement was recent?

Athena cursed loudly when she felt her heart clench in uncertainty, a numbing pain.

She got to her feet, suddenly restless, and strolled to the window, looking down from her tall position to the bustling city below. The people who had moved away during the spread of the Grey disease were now returning in droves. The news was filled with it, just as the roads were.

Why couldn’t she let this go? Her mind returned to the matter at hand.

What could possibly bring these two together? It couldn’t be work, because Victoria was as dumb as the word went. It had to be something else for Ewan to dine with her—something intimate.

She shivered in distaste, jerking when her phone rang out.

Who was calling? She hurried back to her table, palming her forehead when she saw it was Susan: they had an appointment with the therapist today. She had forgotten.

"Oh God," she muttered, answering the call.

"Yeah, I’ll meet you at the V intersection..."

She immediately fired a message to Rodney, in case he was using his break as she had advised him to.

"And how is it, being back at work?" she asked.

Just like her, Susan had returned to work at Nimbus Operations, at the new branch in the city, as assistant head of operations, seeing as the moles had been rooted out already.

The new branch had been opened because the happenings of the Grey disease and all associated with it were taking place in the city. Considering the far distance of headquarters—which was in a totally different country—it was a good idea.

Silence greeted Athena’s question at first.

"Not bad, I guess. I’m just trying to get out of my feelings."

"Great. One step at a time. See you soon."

Susan echoed the same, then hung up.

Work for today is over then, Athena mused, looking at the files on her table. For a second, she wished she hadn’t gone out with Herbert, or maybe had gone out with him to another restaurant. Now she would have leftover work to carry over to tomorrow, which would make tomorrow’s work more tedious.

A weary sigh escaped her lips as she arranged her desk, packed her bag, and left the office.

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