Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Therapy III

She hadn’t been able to ask him about Victoria; there had been no chance to do so after he had denied her request for friendship—after he had saved them both from committing a reckless relationship blunder.

But she knew that the stoic expressions and the pretense of not seeing her had come to an end. He would at least greet her, as he did Susan—or so she hoped.

"Doctor Athena, you have spaced out again..." Damian called her attention for the second time since the therapy session began, and for the second time, Susan chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Athena wondered what was going through the latter’s mind, unable to help thinking that her romantic life had become a chief source of entertainment and relief to those around her.

"You know what, I think you should talk about your relationship with your ex-husband too... I think it will help you see things more clearly."

The only thing Athena could see more clearly was that this doctor—whom Chelsea had so highly recommended—had been in the gang with Ewan at one time.

She just knew it, somewhere deep down, with those almost blank eyes staring into hers, like he could see the innermost part of her soul. His patients really stood no chance against him—against his will.

"So, you finally admit that you know he was my ex-husband."

Damian laughed. "I didn’t think it needed to be pointed out. You are a celebrity figure, Athena, and I love doing my research."

Athena scoffed. "Which name tag did you go with in your underground days?"

Damian frowned. "I am a bit lost here."

But Susan was already captivated by the new topic, suddenly curious about this doctor she thought was far too handsome for his own good.

"Ewan is Wolfsbane. Which are you? Were you a doctor in the gang?"

Damian was speechless. He cleared his throat after a moment, picked up his notepad from the table, and got to his feet. "I think today’s session is over."

Athena and Susan burst into laughter, heads thrown back, hands resting limply on their thighs.

"You should be open to your own message, doctor... being free with answers you know..." Athena teased.

"I’m not in therapy," Damian countered with a sigh. "I think you two will have different counseling times to yield more results. As much as you’ve both gone through the same traumatic experience, there are underlying themes which are quite different and far apart..."

A pause, where he met their gazes. "Do you understand?"

The two women nodded, amusement fading.

"Good. I’ll communicate that to you before the end of the week. And remember, I have a limited time in this country, so I suggest you make better use of it, instead of asking unnecessary questions."

Pride, Athena mused, watching the doctor gather his things and go upstairs. Did he expect them to see themselves out?

"Do you think he knows who you are? Both as a whiz in your field, and in the other field hidden from the press?" Susan whispered.

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