Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Ewan willed his heart to remain calm when he finally heard the ticking sound, a sound that couldn't possibly be a clock's because of the weight of each tick and its regularity.

He knew what it was, knew when the realization of the same flashed across Athena's eyes; became amazed when that realization shifted to a deathly calm, a mirror of his own feelings.

"So I was right. Morgan did really set a trap. Someone did inform him of our coming." Athena stated calmly, while her eyes left Ewan to search for the ticking time bomb. Hopefully, they would be able to deactivate it before it exploded.

"Where do you think it was kept?"

"I don't think that matters." Ewan uttered, even though his eyes searched too for the bomb. His right leg was already swerving to the location behind him, where he thought he was hearing the sound loudest.

"Why so?" Athena queried, already following Ewan's lead.

This time, Ewan didn't answer. He rather followed his instincts, which led him to a corner of the room they hadn't seen before because of its positioning; it was darker than the rest of the room, like shadows were congregating there.

That was where Ewan found the bomb, nestled to a pink Barney doll.

His heart finally shook, when he discovered that they had barely seven seconds to clear the building—not enough time to defuse the bomb.

"Athena, run!"

His calmness broke, and with insane agility, he grabbed Athena's hand and ran like their lives depended on it. For their lives did actually depend on it.

Unfortunately, the door that had led them into the room was shut tight for some reason.

Athena started to panic, counting down the time in her head. They had barely four seconds left!

Ewan, without having the luxury to think, took a few steps back and kicked the door with all his might. The door fell flat to the other side of the room, giving him the hope to cling to life.

Without thinking much about his powerful kick, fueled by an insane amount of adrenaline and duty to keep his wife safe, he headed toward the entrance, his eyes shutting immediately as they ran out of the open entrance—not in relief, but because the timer in his head had gone off.

"Dive with all your strength…" He muttered, freeing Athena's hand, right before there was a loud BOOM!!! And everything faded into nothingness, into blackness.

"Mr. Ewan! Mr. Ewan!"

Ewan's eyes fluttered; his senses reawakening as he heard the urgent cry of his name.

Athena. Where is she?

That was the first thought that pierced through his mind.

He needed to save her.

That waking thought spurred him to finally open his eyes wide, to discard the burning sensation on his back and the pain wracking his limbs.

His entire concern was Athena.

"Where is Athena?" He asked, but it came out as a whisper. His throat was parched, like all the liquid in his body had been sucked and drained by the fire he had almost been in.

"Madam is fine. She is resting in the car."

"When you say resting?" Ewan tried to get up into a sitting position, noticing that he was sprawled on the floor and that his mouth was covered with sandy particles.

"She is alive and awake. Just weak and zoned out. She only stayed put because we promised to bring you in…"

Ewan wasn't sure why the driver had added that last part, but he could also see the picture. She had woken up first and had come for him.

It was good that the agent had taken her away then.

Even though he had allowed her a split second to dive first, taking a position behind her with his hands outstretched as if to cover her, she must have taken a hit too.

He coughed as the two men—the driver and the second agent— helped him to his feet. It was then he noticed that a larger part of his trousers had been burnt, leaving only the area around his crotch and a few torn areas around his thighs and knees.

His shirt too... well, almost gone too. It was like he was wearing just a detachable half-shirt-collar fake material—the kind worn with sweatshirts.

"We have already made reservations at a nearby hotel, and made some orders for food and clothes. You don't have to worry about it." The second agent mentioned, having noticed the reason for Ewan's pause.

He gently threw Ewan's hand over his own shoulder, mirroring the activity of the driver before they walked slowly towards the waiting car which had luckily survived the blast.

Ewan stopped in his tracks again and turned, needing to see the effect of the bomb.

Ashes upon ashes.

The two houses sandwiching the burnt house weren't lucky; it was just as destroyed as the house he and Athena had barely escaped from.

And he hoped that no one had been inside them.

He exhaled tiredly, noting that the street was still sterile. Hadn't people heard the commotion?

Must be part of the order given by Philemon then: don't come out until that stupid man leaves.

Ewan could even imagine the gruffness of that cruel voice and man.

"Sir…"

Ewan knew he had to go.

"Thank you…" He muttered to the two men before allowing them move him to the back seat of the car.

When the door was opened, he saw Athena sitting at the far end of the car, waiting, watching him.

She said nothing as they dropped him gently inside the car until the men left and returned to their designated seats in front.

"How are you doing?"

"How are you doing?"

They both chuckled softly and painfully.

"You should answer first." Athena started.

"Why will I?"

She shook her head, negating Ewan's question. "You are the one looking like you were playing with fire,"

Ewan chuckled some more even though it caused pain to wrack his ribs. It felt good laughing with her.

It wouldn't have been the same if they had both died in the fire or if she had died. So, he had to laugh.

"I am fine then." He conceded, his smile waning when he saw the serious expression that flanked her face then.

"I know what you did, Ewan…" She exhaled harshly, staring at him steadily.

"Thank you for saving my life. I owe you one."