Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Disturbance

Athena dropped her phone onto her worktable slowly and sat back in her chair, her mind swirling with thoughts about the possible information Ewan wanted to share with her.

Her curiosity about the mole especially ignited a sense of anticipation within her, a strange mix of excitement and dread. Who could it be?

From the nature of the text, she could decipher that the unfortunate person would be someone familiar. Perhaps a colleague? A friend?

The weight of uncertainty hung heavily on her, like a storm cloud ready to burst. She couldn’t wait.

The tension coiled tighter in her stomach as she picked up the phone again, eager to inform Aiden of the recent development. But just as quickly, she paused, a memory invading her thoughts with the ferocity of a sudden windstorm. They weren’t on speaking terms since that fateful night four days ago.

She hissed softly, frustration bubbling to the surface. Returning the phone to the desk, she felt the familiar ache of hurt that had settled there in Aiden’s absence. It hadn’t dissipated; if anything, it festered, deeper each day he hadn’t come around to apologize.

He hadn’t even stopped by Mr. Thorne’s house. She hasn’t seen him anywhere since then. It was as though he had vanished from the face of the earth, disappearing into thin air like a phantom.

She should feel relieved about that, but... she didn’t. Aiden wasn’t someone she could easily dismiss. They had a history.

She chuckled derisively at a wild thought. Maybe his reason for not showing his face was related to her last comment about his ex-wife.

Yet...

Surely, he couldn’t be that dense and proud.

Well, you never can tell with men.

Shaking her head, she tried to refocus. She needed to concentrate on the stack of documents in front of her. The problem was that focusing felt like trying to catch smoke with her bare hands. Ewan’s message echoed in her thoughts, a lingering whisper that wouldn’t quiet down.

She had chosen Dixon’s café because it seemed lively enough. Yet she wished more than anything that Aiden could be there with her.

Sighing, she pushed all thoughts about Ewan aside, Aiden included, and forced herself to concentrate on the papers sprawled across her desk. She needed to complete this paperwork before the end of the day.

A soft knock on her office door startled her, breaking her train of thought. She looked up from the document, her brow furrowing as Finn sauntered into the room, holding a file against his chest.

What was that? Another document? She sighed, her fatigue like a heavy blanket over her shoulders. She really wasn’t up to dealing with this today; she would have preferred to stay home, doing some research on Ewan and his friends.

Over the past few days, she had poured herself into uncovering the enigma that was Ewan. Each piece of information felt like a breadcrumb, leading her into a tangled web of secrecy. Yet every time she thought she was getting closer, she hit a wall. His past was as obscured as hers, perhaps even more so.

Despite her knowledge of the cyber world, it had been challenging to find any information she didn’t already know about him. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t be giving up anytime soon.

But as the workload loomed before her like a mountain waiting to be climbed, an idea struck her. She considered enlisting her children’s friends for assistance. She’d be ready to pay any amount.

Yes, that’s what she would do, she concluded, picking up her phone and creating a reminder while Finn watched her from the sidelines, his brows thoroughly knitted in concern.

"Is there anything the matter, ma’am? You seem distressed," He inquired, placing the file on the desk with careful precision.

Athena shook her head, mustering a smile to reassure him. "I am fine, Finn. Thank you very much," She replied, her tone light.

She studied him for a moment, an instinctive concern creeping in. "I should be asking you that though... you seem a bit out of sorts. You’ve got a cough as well, seeing the texture of your voice... are you okay?"

Finn hesitated, the vulnerability in his eyes evident for a brief moment. "I don’t think I’m feeling too well. But it’s not the disease; I have already conducted a test..."

Athena released a sigh she didn’t realize she had been holding, tension rolling off her shoulders. Finn was one of her most competent doctors; the thought of losing him to hospital beds and illness made her uneasy. "So, what’s the problem then?"

"I think it’s just rest. It’s one of the reasons I came to see you; I would like to take a leave for some days to rest... if that’s okay..."

"Of course," Athena said immediately, her voice infused with warmth. "Meet Ciara. She’ll process the leave and documentation for you. I’m sure you need your rest. How many days are you taking?" There was a pause. "You know what? Take a week. You’ve been of immense help."

Finn opened his mouth to protest, clearly taken aback. He thought two days would suffice, but Athena waved him away, determined to make him accept. "Just go, Finn. You deserve it. I will see you around this time next week, okay?"