Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Survivors

The first thing Athena heard was a gentle beeping.

It echoed strangely in her skull, threading itself through the fog of unconsciousness until awareness slowly tugged her upward.

For a few disoriented seconds, she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming. Her eyes were still shut, heavy, almost glued together. She lay still, breathing shallowly, listening.

Where... am I?

The beeping continued—steady, mechanical, too clean and too calm to belong anywhere near the horror she remembered.

A strange, impossible thought drifted through her mind.

Was she in heaven?

She almost snorted. It was absurd. She didn’t feel like she was floating through pearly gates or wrapped in angelic warmth. She felt... grounded. Heavy. Mortal.

Yet confusion thickened inside her as she tried to remember. Her mind, sluggish from sleep, searched for answers. The memories came slowly at first—blurry shadows, muffled voices, firelight, the smell of gas, boiling water...

Boiling water.

Suddenly everything sharpened.

Her breath seized as the memories poured back in full, brutal clarity.

She had been thrown into a tub of boiling water. She should be burned. Scalded. Scarred beyond recognition. She should be—

She gasped, heart pounding wildly beneath the thin hospital gown.

Her hands. She could feel her hands.

She flexed her fingers instinctively. Air brushed against her skin, warm and gentle. The sheets beneath her were soft. And she could feel her feet too—nothing felt numb, nothing felt damaged.

A hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat. Had the kidnapping been a dream?

It couldn’t be. Nothing that vivid, that terrifying, could be anything but real. She remembered the screams, the pain, the smoke, the moment before her world went black...

Then she remembered Ewan.

Her eyes snapped open.

Not only because she realized he was supposed to be thrown in immediately after her... But because she remembered him.

Him from before. From long, long ago. From when they were little.

Her old memories—those fragmented pieces of her childhood that had been missing for so many years—were suddenly whole again. All of them. Not hazy. Not scattered.

And with them came a tidal wave of longing so fierce it nearly crushed her chest.

She sat up sharply. So sharply that she startled herself.

She expected pain. Expected her body to scream in protest. Expected her skin to feel tight or burned. But there was nothing.

Only mild stiffness. A weak ache.

"How long...?" she whispered into the quiet room.

Her gaze swept over her arms—smooth, unscarred. Her legs were the same. Her torso was undamaged. She touched her cheek. Her stomach. Her neck.

Why wasn’t she burned? She queried again.

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