"I must say, I wouldn't have believed you were once married to this man, Ewan Giacometti, if I hadn't seen it on the news…" Mr. Thorne's eyes lingered on Ewan as he spoke to Athena.
Athena followed his gaze, her lips thinning when she met Ewan's intense stare and furrowed eyebrows. If she was to take a guess, she would bet that Ewan thought her a gossip, that he suspected they were discussing about him.
She didn't care either way. After all, he was always bent on believing the worst of her, just like he was bent on believing that Fiona was an angel sent from heaven.
"You know, Athena, he looks like a man who loves you deeply." Mr. Thorne continued, reverting his eyes to Athena.
Athena paused, and piqued her eyebrow at the old man. When she saw that he was serious, she laughed a harsh, incredulous sound.
"You must be joking," She said, her eyes rolling in disgust. "Ewan and I were trapped in a loveless marriage, and I'm lucky to be free of him."
