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

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

at his skin, grounding him in the reality

house staff greeted him

"How is she doing?"

according to

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

could sense Ewan’s tension but didn’t pry; they were used to the gravity of his

the dimly lit hallway, approaching the special room he

seemed to flicker nervously in the shadows, almost embodying his own anxiety. The door was

to face him, her voice

that reflected the soft glow of the lamp beside her.

you choose to do it?!"

perfume filled the air, but it mixed with the tension, saturating the atmosphere

tiptoeing through it, unsure of where he would tread wrong, especially since

had red slashes all right,

knew that those slender wrists hadn’t been slashed at all tonight. A totally different matter from what

behind her, mentally

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

joke!" Ewan almost rubbed his chest

left Athena alone

want to! I thought—" Fiona’s voice quivered, but Ewan’s wasn’t in a mood

a good way to get my attention?" His voice rose, filled with anger that bubbled like

closer to her, his eyes narrowed, scanning for any telltale signs that screamed

he saw clearly the thin line of bright

arm, leaning in directly, and the dim light illuminated

her features. "I was just— I thought it would be dramatic!" She sounded desperate, almost frantic, trying to justify