Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Christmas Play III

The play, which depicted the birth of Jesus—the very essence of Christmas—was nothing short of amazing.

Through every scene, Athena kept smiling from ear to ear, her heart full of love and pride for her children and for the other children too, who managed to make this age-old drama a wonder to behold, taking to the stage without a single flaw. The teachers had truly done their work well!

Athena watched her daughter cradle a baby Jesus, and couldn’t help the laughter that broke from her lips at the motherly grace her little girl seemed to embody perfectly. Beside her, Gianna laughed even more freely, capturing the moments with her camera as snapshots of joy.

If Athena had risked a glance at Ewan, she would have seen the joy in his eyes, the smile on his lips stretching despite the turmoil churning within him.

Right now, he had never felt so proud of anything as he did at this moment for his children; his accomplishments with the company didn’t even come close.

Was this how much happiness he had missed over the last five years? Pain shot through his heart. How could Athena let him miss out on this? How could she decide to enjoy this all alone? Didn’t she think he might want to be a part of it?

Yet as he wrestled with these thoughts, another part of him chastised him for the role he had played in keeping himself distant from their lives.

He finally risked a glance at Athena again; she was clapping wildly, for the drama had come to an end.

The happiness on her face, the twinkling in her eyes, made him uncomfortable. He quickly turned away, trying to fend off the allure of her beauty that drove him crazy, especially the sound of her laughter.

Could she just stop? He wondered, gripping his thighs with clenched fists. "Till next week," he thought, as the kids hurried from the stage toward their mother—eliciting laughter from the parents who found the scene irresistibly cute—as they continued to ignore him.

Minutes later, after the choir had presented another song to close the program, the principal of the school stepped onto the podium. "Now, before the founder of our school gets up to the podium to give a speech before closure, we shall be offering gifts, as we usually do, to the best performing students of the year..."

"Oh, the other kids never stood a chance, did they?" Gianna asked Athena as she watched Nathaniel and Kathleen collect most of the prizes for their grade.

Athena chuckled softly and shrugged. "It isn’t their fault that they were born geniuses."

Ewan, hearing this comment, bit back his tongue, refraining from asking the implication of that statement. However, he felt a swell of pride as he witnessed his children collecting different awards.

Even as he battled feelings of annoyance over his absence in their lives, he had to admit that Athena had done a commendable job with them, despite turning them against him.

"Now, let’s call on the founder of our school to give a closing announcement. Everyone, let’s welcome the one who made this night a reality, Mr. Ewan Giacometti..."

As applause filled the room, Ewan elegantly stood up from his seat and started toward the podium.