Antonio's grin stretched wide like that of a Cheshire cat, sickeningly proud of himself.
Athena exhaled weakly, tears teasing her eyelids again. She was tired—tired of these painful reveals, tired of darkness unfolding piece by piece.
Yes, she understood now why she hadn't seen anything damning about Antonio online—he covered his tracks well. If not, she would have probably seen reports by abused women scattered across forums.
But then… maybe he had done away with each of them. She didn't want to think of the count of women he had disposed of.
"I know… you thought your children were the only ones with genius brains…" Antonio drawled.
Athena ignored the sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I wanted to groom them myself when we married…"
Athena paled further, if that was even possible. Groom them? To work with Herbert? To cause more havoc in the country… to take more lives?
