Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Lost Husband Of Artemis Fanfiction

Percy stood up from his chair, straightening his jacket with slow, deliberate movements. “You broke up with her,” Percy continued calmly. “You humiliated her.” “You abandoned her.” “You don’t get to come back now and pretend she still belongs to you.” Aiden’s hands trembled at his sides. “She’s my mate,” he rasped. Percy tilted his head slightly. “Not anymore.” Silence fell again. Then Percy did something unexpected. He stepped forward and placed his hand gently on my shoulder. And when he spoke again, his voice softened. “Because she loves me now.”

But Orion persisted, "Are you heartless, Athena? Do you want us to suffer? Everything we did was for your own good! We helped you out from the orphanage, and this is how you repay us! Remember, we are not officially divorced yet! I am still your husband. You killing us! " Athena smirked, a combination of pain and resolve in her eyes. "Really? You called me heartless. Did you hear yourself? huh? Have you forgotten the reason why I have become like this? You built me. And thank you for hurting me when I needed you the most. I was lucky to have you in my life, I truly am. And the glad part, You know I was in a coma, but did you ever visit me even once or check on my condition, even just a slive

I left Athena behind and walked to Zara with anger lingering in my heart. I had always thought about what I’d do when I saw her again, and how I’d react. This was nothing compared to what I thought would happen when we met. Maybe it was also due to the fact that I had fallen in love with Athena. “Athena never pushed you off that platform.” I stated to her. “You fell on your own, and despite trying to take her down even after you lost the fight and she was declared winner, you chose to go after her. If you were alive you would have been punished for it, do you know that? Athena is my wife now, she’s the love of my life and I do hope that you understand that.”

He tilted his head at me, studying me like a predator, his prey. Artemis, who was my ex-husband's step-brother, has always had a thing for me. He was an illegitimate child that was only a Demonté by name but had his heart captured by I because I was the only one who didn't treat him like he was trash. He was in love with me and had confessed to me a few times

I slip out carefully, mindful not to wake my daughter, and pad down the hall to investigate. The household staff are huddled by the front window, peering through the curtains with wide eyes. “What’s going on?” I ask one of them, my voice quiet. I don’t want to step outside blind—who knows what kind of mess waits out there. “Oh, Ma’am—Ms. Artemis’s ex-boyfriend is here. Sir Helios and Sir Apollo are talking to him. It doesn’t look good.” I’d heard Artemis and her boyfriend split recently. A week ago, she’d hit the bars to drown her sorrows, and Apollo had found her on a dance floor with a stranger’s hands all over her—hands he’d broken before the night was done.