Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Christmas Morning

Athena was so ensnared by the comforting embrace of sleep that the initial tugging at her ears barely registered.

But as the intermittent tugs grew more insistent—sharp taps on various parts of her body that blurred in the haze of slumber—she found herself reluctantly untangling from the hypnotic pull of sleep.

"Who’s there?" She murmured groggily, her right hand groping around the space as her eyes remained clasped shut.

A familiar sound broke through the fog, a whisper that sent a spark of recognition to her mind.

"Mom!"

That must surely be Kate, she thought, furrowing her brow in confusion. It couldn’t be five p.m yet, the time for the Christmas play. So what’s going on?

Suddenly alert, her eyes flew open at the thought, only to narrow in disbelief when she spotted her children, along with Gianna, sporting gleeful, sheepish grins.

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"Merry Christmas, Mom!"

"Merry Christmas, Athena!"

The twins and Gianna chimed in unison, bouncing on their heels like colorful rubber balls. The jubilance in their voices was so exuberant that it almost made her wince and cover her ears.

Athena opened her mouth to scold them for waking her up, but the sheer joy radiating from her children rendered her voice still. Instead, she grimaced and sat up, confusion swirling within her.

Was this really what had driven them to wake her? She blamed their current prestigious school for this newfound enthusiasm.

However, the happiness in their eyes stopped her from demanding answers; she couldn’t even help but feel warm at the sight. Those glimmering expressions were a refreshing contrast to the often-sombre Christmases of previous years.

"Mom, you’re supposed to say something back..." Kate insisted, impatience creeping into her tone.

Didn’t she know? Athena thought, huffing to the amusement of her friend and kids. "Merry Christmas to you too..." She managed, barely finishing her greetings before Gianna nudged her, pulling her bodily from the bed.

"Let’s go! We have so much to show you!"

Curiosity ignited within her as she caught sight of a Christmas wreath hanging from their doorpost—an unmistakable sign of holiday cheer that hadn’t been there barely two hours ago.

She looked at her kids, their excitement bubbling over, her eyes silently asking: how? How were they awake?

While she could fathom Gianna being up and about, the twins were a different case.

Together, they had spent the entire night mulling over the collection of evidence for the impending court case—she had no choice but to involve them when certain matters weren’t adding up, when the people under her, having down their best, still didn’t have a connecting rope to the various dots scattered everywhere.

She herself had tried, and when she seemed to be getting nowhere either, she had involved them, knowing it was what they would have wanted. Probably why she had let out a laugh when they had arrived with their own piece of evidence to her work room.

So far, it had been worth it. She has never being so prouder. So, how were they awake?

The twins exchanged knowing winks before skipping after Gianna, leading the way.