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

Chapter 60: Declined Cards

Fiona stood in the center of the living room, and surveyed the properties of the flat Ewan had given to her.

The properties were high class; very expensive. The flat was beautiful too and tastefully furnished; with the artistic designs on the wall, with the vintage throw pillows on fitting sofas, with the two master bedrooms and a good view of the city,

But there was no Ewan. The flat wasn’t Ewan’s mansion either. And for that, she was unsatisfied.

Scratching the inside of her palm, she screamed, again and again—someway to transfer the aggression she was feeling concerning the chaos she found herself in.

Then she looked at her bags on the floor, and sighed angrily, remembering the cab she had taken.

Her father hadn’t even helped her to drop them, knowing she had no car of her own! As a matter of fact, he hadn’t spoken a word since their return from Athena’s office.

His company has fallen into a worse state since then.

She had checked, and although she didn’t understand much about the market, she understood the comments she saw from the netizens—that if care wasn’t taken, her father’s company would fold up.

Still, is that why he should ignore her? Didn’t he care about her own feelings?

She slumped into one of the sofas, sighing in relief at the comfort.

At least Ewan had cared enough to give her the best furniture.

However, how will she go about getting him back?

She couldn’t let him go. Over her dead body!

Her stomach grumbled then, alerting her to her hungry state.

Standing up, she checked the refrigerator first, believing that Ewan had stocked it up with food at least.

But she met the shock of her life.

fridge was totally empty. There was not even a

the refrigerator

kitchen, to check

notice that the kitchen was bare except for pans and pots,

Ewan expecting her to work with her neatly manicured

the floor in frustration. She hasn’t worked since

when you had a

tides have turned now. What should she

to the living room, and seeing her five bags on the

very least? Someone who knew

to be served, not to serve, not even to serve

she picked her wallet from the center table, and walked out of the apartment. She

stopped at an expensive restaurant

to the public that they weren’t engaged. So, till then, she intended to make full use of the window

a seat and ordered the most expensive dish on the menu, she decided to go to the shopping

it will be announced tomorrow, considering the state of her

she ate to her full, utilizing the waiter assigned to her, because of her

kept running errands, bringing more side dishes, one after the other. She couldn’t wait to be free from the arrogant fiancée of

Fiona was done, she

she had just spent on just food alone, she took out the card that Ewan had personalized for her and gave it to

her woes for the evening had come to

appeared on her face as she swiped again, and the same result occurred. The card has been

was gracefully cleaning her lips with a napkin, and tried again. But

sighed, and gave back the card to Fiona. "The card is being declined. Do you

at the waiter. The latter

waiter? Where’s

of Fiona’s antics, didn’t bother replying. She

waiter, who had been busy, left all he had been doing—after hearing that their esteemed guest was having