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.

a prison. It was a sleek modern oasis, but the warmth was lost to him that night. It felt eerily cold compared to

parked and stepped out, the night air biting at his skin, grounding him in the reality of what

false comfort. His house

"How is she doing?"

better, according

to Fiona specially.

were used to the gravity of his moods. They rather scurried to their

his way through the dimly lit hallway, approaching the special

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

to face him, her voice laced

of the lamp

you call me? Why did you choose

the air, but it mixed with

like an emotional minefield, and he was tiptoeing through it, unsure of

slashes all right, but they looked odd, as if the blood wasn’t placed

wrists hadn’t been slashed at all tonight. A totally different matter from what the maid had shouted into his ears

behind her, mentally cursing herself for being

She began, but Ewan cut her off,

joke!" Ewan almost rubbed his chest at the discomfort

think he had left Athena alone in the

thought—" Fiona’s voice quivered, but

wrist was a good way to get my attention?" His voice rose, filled with anger that bubbled like molten lava. "Where’s the blood? You didn’t

scanning for any telltale signs that screamed for help, anything to suggest that

saw clearly the thin line of

this?" He grabbed her arm, leaning in directly, and the

thought it would be dramatic!" She sounded desperate, almost frantic, trying to justify

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