Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Celebration II

Athena was more than surprised—she was gobsmacked, her mouth falling open a fraction as her eyes swept the room. There they all were—in her grandmother’s ward.

There was Ewan, standing beside Sandro, who held up a cake with a bright grin. There was her family, her children in their school uniforms—apparently having calculated that she would come straight to the hospital first thing that morning. There was Areso, her mother, her two friends, and then... her grandfather.

It took her several stunned seconds to realize who wasn’t there. Antonio. His absence, among the crowd that included her secretary, Margaret, Kendra, Aiden, and Susan, was obvious.

They didn’t inform him? She felt a flicker of dry amusement. Why am I not surprised about that?

Her mouth was still parted in disbelief as she slowly stepped into the room, instinctively shutting the door behind her so the noise wouldn’t draw more attention. The last thing she wanted was for other patients to wonder if she celebrated her birthday twice a year.

"What..." The word caught in her throat, swallowed up by emotion. Her lips curved instead into a wide, incredulous smile before laughter escaped her as the twins rushed into her arms.

"Happy birthday, Mom!" they chorused, squeezing her tightly.

Athena laughed harder, bending to hug them both, her eyes shining with delight. Then she lifted her head and threw her grandfather a mock glare. "I would have used a heads-up," she teased, shaking her head in playful reproach.

Holding her children’s hands, she strolled toward the elderly man sitting on the longest sofa in the room. "How is she?" she asked quietly.

Old Mr. Thorne waved her off with a fond, dismissive gesture. "She’s fine—was awake a few hours ago. Sends her wishes too. We thought it would be better to celebrate here, since, knowing you, you wouldn’t have wanted a party considering the situation on ground."

Of course. Athena smiled softly, bending down to hug her grandfather, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. "Thank you," she murmured.

When she straightened, her gaze drifted to the others. Kendra, barely able to contain her excitement, was already stepping forward, her little hands clutching a small wrapped gift.

"Happy birthday, Aunt Athena!" she squealed, practically bouncing on her feet.

Athena laughed, accepting the gift with one hand and ruffling the girl’s hair affectionately.

"Kendraaa! It’s not time yet," Kathleen scolded with a pout, crossing her little arms.

The adults burst into laughter. Kendra’s mouth formed a perfect ’O,’ her smile faltering, but Athena leaned forward and softened it instantly.

"It’s okay, Kendra. I sure don’t mind. Thanks for the gift," she said warmly, her bright smile enough to make the little one beam again.

"You’re welcome!" Kendra chirped proudly.

That didn’t stop Nathaniel from muttering a grumble under his breath, earning a light chuckle from Athena.

There were hugs all around then—friends, family, and colleagues embracing her in turns. Sandro carefully set the cake down on a nearby table before returning for his hug, grinning from ear to ear.

Ewan, of course, was the last person she turned to—or rather, the one she had intentionally saved for last. When their eyes met, a flicker of tension passed between them—familiar, magnetic, charged. Their hug was hesitant at first, both careful, both aware of eyes watching.

"You should have told me," Athena murmured against his shoulder, her tone teasing.

Ewan chuckled softly, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. "And have my balls castrated by your old man? No, thank you."

Athena burst into laughter, the sound genuine and light. It made the others glance their way, curious about what Ewan had said to earn that reaction.

"So, where’s my gift?" she asked, her eyes gliding toward his empty hands and the empty spot beside him.

"Well," Zane piped up mischievously, "seeing as you both share the same birthday, you can sort it out later."

Ewan scowled at him, but Athena froze, blinking once before it hit her. "Oh, hell," she muttered under her breath, earning more laughter. She had forgotten—one of the few days she never did forget.

During their marriage, she had always chosen gifts for him intentionally—heartfelt ones—even though he never remembered hers, never seemed to care.

And after their separation, his birthday had become a day she woke angry, resentful, haunted by old emotions. She had only forgotten it this time—because of exhaustion, stress, and the looming shadow of the grey virus.

Athena blinked. Did my children just push me off to their father?

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