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

Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Played Again

Ewan gripped the steering wheel of his car, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. The streets blurred past him, a stream of city lights cascading by as he raced to get home.

His mind was a chaotic whirlpool of thoughts, each wave crashing into another. Athena. Fiona. Dinner. Sucide.

"Damn it!" He muttered under his breath, glaring at the empty passenger seat beside him, where Athena should have been.

If not for the call, he would have driven her home after the dinner. It was why he had relieved his driver of his work early. However, all his plans have come crashing down.

The memory of Athena’s face—beautiful and blank—haunted him. What had she thought when he hurried away? Did she feel abandoned?

The mere idea made him wince, a feeling of guilt clawing at his insides.

As he turned a sharp corner, the tires screeched in protest. He accelerated further, hoping to outrun the guilt that felt like it was growing through the very marrow of his bones.

’How can the simple act of dinner go so wrong?’ He thought, tightening his grip on the wheel and fumbling with his emotions. He had feared the worst when he got the call about Fiona’s situation, images of darkness swirling around his mind.

Was it really an attempt at suicide? So soon after the last? What could have triggered this episode? Did she have a brain problem like he did? Was it affecting her mental health?

Panic flooded Ewan as he thought of this. If the version of Fiona that had fought to save him from the clutches of death was now in a state of despair— what did that mean for him? Wasn’t it his fault?

Sitting in that restaurant, he hadn’t realized how critical things had become. And now he was racing towards home, trying to balance a delicate tightrope between being supportive for Fiona while wrestling with his unresolved feelings for Athena.

"Her case is one of life and death!" He muttered desperately, as he honked at a distracted driver who had run a red light. "What was I thinking, even entertaining the idea of dining with Athena when Fiona is still recuperating?"

I should have waited. It’s too soon. My duty to Fiona comes first!

The longing for clarity was drowned by the chaos surrounding Fiona’s distress.

he could see the familiar silhouette of his sanctuary—but now it felt more like a prison. It was a sleek modern oasis, but the warmth was lost to him that night. It felt eerily cold

at his skin, grounding him

a false comfort. His house staff greeted him with polite nods, but he managed only a distracted smile,

"How is she doing?"

better, according to

He didn’t remember assigning anyone to Fiona specially. Yet, it didn’t

house staff could sense Ewan’s tension but didn’t pry; they were used to the gravity of his moods. They rather scurried to their duty

hallway, approaching the special room he had designated for Fiona after their

elegant space filled with delicate trinkets and soft lighting that seemed to flicker nervously in the shadows, almost embodying his own anxiety. The door was slightly ajar, and he

Fiona exclaimed as she turned to face him, her voice laced with an

glow of the lamp beside her. She

you call me? Why did you choose

filled the air, but it mixed with

of where he would tread wrong, especially since

slashes all right, but they looked odd, as if the blood

a doctor, but he knew that those slender wrists hadn’t been slashed at all tonight. A totally different matter from what the

behind her, mentally cursing herself for being so stupid as not to paint the wrists

didn’t mean to—" She began, but Ewan cut

And for what? For a cheap joke!" Ewan almost rubbed his chest at the discomfort growing there. He couldn’t believe he had

he had left Athena alone

Fiona’s voice quivered, but Ewan’s wasn’t in

His voice rose, filled with anger that bubbled like molten lava. "Where’s the blood? You didn’t think

any telltale signs that screamed for help, anything to suggest that he wasn’t right in accusing

the thin line of bright red

in directly, and the

dramatic!" She sounded desperate, almost frantic, trying to justify her actions.

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