Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Motives

Athena sat back in her chair, the light from the office windows spilling across her desk and highlighting the organized chaos of papers, open files, and her favorite mug half-filled with cold coffee.

Her thoughts drifted as she flipped through another report. It was strange how quickly the days had flown by. One blink and an entire month had gone, like smoke between her fingers.

The radio silence on the crime matter still stretched, unbroken. No new updates. No new trails. But the world had moved on—people always did. The Grey Virus, that monstrous shadow that had once crawled through every conversation, every broadcast, every heartbeat, was now fast becoming a thing of the past.

Cairo was yet to smile again, but there were small miracles. She now followed the children to school, even chatted with her grandmother, and had become more amenable with the twins.

Athena’s lips curved faintly at the memory of them—messy-haired, giggling, running down the hallway that morning with mismatched shoes. There were still cracks, but the pieces were holding together.

Her own life, too, was falling beautifully into place. Her relationship with Ewan was perfect, so perfect that it felt unreal sometimes, like a dream she was afraid to wake from. Their marriage was coming up in the fall, and every time she thought about it, her chest swelled with quiet anticipation.

Her friends were thriving as well. Gianna had been promoted in the jewelry company and had even gone on to win a design contest in the same vein—Athena could still remember how her voice had trembled with excitement when she broke the news over the phone.

Chelsea, too, had finally settled in as head pediatrician at Whitman’s Hospital. It was everything Athena had wished for her friend. The only uncomfortable part was that both Gianna and Chelsea had been tactfully avoiding Ewan’s circle of friends—Gianna because of Zane, Chelsea because of Sandro.

Athena understood, even if she wished things could be easier between them all.

Her mind shifted to her replacement at Whitman’s Hospital. Herbert had taken her advice, and Kent, the one who had stepped into her old shoes, was doing incredibly well. The reports she got from the hospital were glowing. She felt proud, relieved even, that she’d left things in capable hands.

Therapy was another quiet victory. Her sessions had become a safe place to breathe, to untangle the knots that had once twisted her heart into something hard and defensive. Damien—patient and firm in equal measure—had helped her find balance again. Helped her love Ewan better.

She smiled faintly, remembering that Ewan had also registered for therapy, though under a different doctor. That had made her love him even more—the willingness to grow, to heal, to meet her halfway.

So far, working at her grandfather’s company was huge, a mountain of responsibility, but one she could handle with the capable hands surrounding her. She was learning fast, adapting faster, and slowly carving out her place in the legacy.

Her pen paused above the paper when the door burst open. Cedric walked in without knocking.

Athena looked up, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. She had been expecting him.

"Cedric," she greeted lightly, leaning back in her chair. "You do remember the concept of knocking, don’t you?"

There had been other visits from him, of course—several in fact—but those had been strictly professional, masked under the polite disguise of progress reports and project summaries. Each of those meetings had come with his usual fake smiles or those tight, frowning smirks that he must have thought passed for charm.

But this visit was different. She could see it in the hard set of his jaw, the storm in his eyes. This one wasn’t about business. It was personal.

She waited for him to speak, but he didn’t—just stood there fuming, fists clenched, chest rising and falling too fast.

Athena arched a brow, amused. "Let me guess," she drawled softly. "You’re here because of what happened earlier today?"

That morning’s meeting had been a calculated move on her part. A necessary one. Secretly, she had enrolled a few trusted employees to dig into the company’s finances, to send her detailed reports of the flow of money through every branch and account. What they’d found had been damning.

Cedric—her dear cousin—had been siphoning funds to a private offshore account for himself and his family.

So she’d done what had to be done. She’d exposed him in front of everyone during the workers’ meeting, every number, every record laid bare. The gasps, the whispers, the disbelief—it had been a spectacle. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She hadn’t done it out of pettiness, but purpose. She needed to corner him, to force his hand, to strip him of his false composure. She was tired of waiting; she wanted to wrap all loose ends, before her wedding day.

She’d humiliated him, yes, but it was strategic humiliation. To hasten what was already inevitable—the unraveling of his control. She had demoted him right after the revelation, announced it before the staff, her tone clipped but merciful.

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