Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Apologies II

"You were talking a lot..."

Ewan’s voice was low, teasing, his breath still brushing her lips as he pulled back just enough to meet her startled gaze.

His eyes, dark and searching, held hers captive. Athena blinked up at him, her mind still reeling from the heat of the kiss that had left her dizzy.

"I’m sorry," she whispered again, barely audible, but he silenced her with another kiss—firmer this time, deeper, his hands sliding around her waist, anchoring her to him like she might disappear if he let go.

The air between them thinned. Their breaths mingled, their lips moving in unison—desperate, forgiving, aching. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that burned; it was the kind that healed. Each movement felt like a word unsaid, each sigh like a confession.

When she finally broke free, gasping softly, Athena almost wept from relief. Tears brimmed in her eyes, trembling as she whispered, "I thought you’d be angry with me... about the company, everything."

Ewan’s chest rose and fell heavily. He studied her for a moment, then drew her against him, wrapping her in his arms. His voice was rough when he spoke against her hair. "If I was concerned about anything, it was that you were bearing more stress than you needed to."

Her heart thudded painfully at his calmness. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t accusing her. He was... worried for her.

It hit her then, how wrong she’d been. How little she had understood him. She had spent hours building an image of a man consumed by pride, vengeance, and cold ambition. But pressed against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, she realized how foolish that image was.

He’d never been heartless. He’d simply been hurt then.

"I don’t deserve you," she murmured against him.

"You deserve peace," he countered quietly. "And I intend to make sure you have it."

The words unraveled something inside her, disarmed her completely.

After a moment, Ewan guided her to the sofa. They sat close, their knees touching, silence stretching comfortably between them. Athena drew a breath, deciding it was time.

"There’s something I need to tell you," she began, her voice steady. "About last night. About my grandparents."

Ewan tilted his head, curiosity softening his expression.

"I told them what happened. About John. About everything he confessed before he left the country."

For a moment, he said nothing. Then his lips curved. "You did?"

Athena nodded. "I thought... they deserved to know." A pause. "They forgave him, Ewan."

He leaned forward, eyes warm with gratitude. "Thank you."

She smiled faintly, but he wasn’t done. His hand came up, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing against her skin. "Really, Athena. Thank you."

She opened her mouth to reply, but before the words could form, Ewan pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. The unexpected gesture pleased her, then made her laugh. A quiet, breathy sound that filled the room with warmth.

He grinned at her reaction. "Couldn’t resist. I have missed you so much..."

Athena chuckled, shaking her head. "You’re impossible."

"Only with you."

Their laughter intertwined, light and unrestrained, breaking what remained of the tension that had hung between them. For the first time in days, Athena felt light. Truly light. Like something heavy had finally been lifted from her chest.

As their laughter faded, she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I also told them about Aiden’s findings," she said softly. "The report about Connor’s father and the payment from my grandmother—"

Ewan interrupted gently. "I know."

Her brows lifted. "You do?"

He nodded, his tone casual but kind. "I found out this morning. Spider told me before you came. Gianna told him."

Athena exhaled, half in surprise, half in relief. "So... that means you’re not angry?"

He chuckled. "You’ve used up your quota of apologies for today, Athena."

Her lips curved shyly. "Maybe I like saying sorry to you."

His gaze deepened, and for a moment, his thumb traced her jaw in slow circles. "If it keeps coming with a kiss afterward, I might start provoking you more often."

That made her laugh again, though her heart thumped harder this time. She looked up at him, musing: This man.

The one she’d fought with, doubted, pushed away—and who still looked at her as if she was something worth waiting for.

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